There is a snowstorm on the way. It won’t produce a terrible amount, but it will drop enough of the white stuff to make the world look magical.
I love winter. It is my favorite time of year. Spring and Fall are nice too. Summer is too hot. Winter is just right for me. Curling up in a chair or on the coach with a blanket (or Snuggie) is heaven. Add a good book and a steaming cup of hot chocolate…Perfection.
When I was a child, a good snowstorm meant sledding and snow angels. If it was windy enough, my brothers and I would also build tunnels in the snow drifts that rose high in our driveway. We would have a blast. For some reason, we spent more time together in the winter. Probably because they weren’t taking off on their bikes to the neighbor’s house.
When Spring comes, I’ll miss watching the snow fall in big flakes and the trees glistening in the breaking dawn. I’ll miss the warmth of a good fire and the way hot chocolate warms you from the inside out.
Most of all, I’ll miss that feeling of family and togetherness that winter always brings. Summer is when we go our separate ways.