I’ve always liked that song by Claude Thornhill.
This morning, a very light snow is falling. I don’t know what it is about that particular event, but it exudes a sense of calm, peace and tranquility, don’t you think? I like to watch the snow early in the morning (and I do get up at the butt crack of dawn) from my kitchen, down the stairs of my back porch and into the yard. Rousseau likes to lie down in the stuff — no joke. Eskimo dog.
Maybe it’s because snowfall is silent. It arrives secretly, when you’re not looking, and just operates in the background as you go about your day. Have you ever awoken to find a gorgeous blanket of white outside that wasn’t there when you went to bed? I like that. It’s a cozy surprise — one to follow up with coffee or cocoa, and snuggling up on the sofa with a comforter and a book, or a Christmas movie. Ah….
Alas, it’s 5:24 a.m. and no call yet, so time to wake up and get going. There’ll be time enough for lazy, snowy mornings in eight more days. But who’s counting?