I got to go for a walk in the woods while it was snowing today. It was charming, delightful, beautiful, serene. I had lots of lovely descriptions of it in my head, but I'm not going to write them out now - maybe later.
Snow makes me feel very impish - childlike, playful, mischievous, joyful. Impish. It makes me bite my lip and smile and stick my tongue between my teeth in sheer delight. It makes me want to skip and slide and sled and jump and draw in the snow and throw it. I was a good little girl today and kept my hands in the pockets so as to not ruin the snow for other people because I was on a public trail, but that was very hard to do. I don't think I'm the only person for whom snow is like this, or at least I hope not. Not that I need validation in numbers, but I need playmates.
I also sincerely hope that I never become so deplorably or hopelessely grown up as to dislike snow. I think that day would mark the utter destruction of my inner child and would be a day of great mourning. Somehow I doubt I'm at serious risk of that, though, knowing me and knowing snow.
I don't know what day God created snow, but praise Him that He did!
