Yesterday we woke to snow falling fast and furious, covering the bare ground in a thick white carpet. But it quickly changed to big, fat snowflakes floating lazily down from a fluffy, pewter-gray cloud ceiling. By mid-morning, the sun had elbowed the clouds away and shone brilliantly in a sky so blue it almost hurt to look at it.
The call of the outdoors was irresistible and I pulled on my boots, coat and mitts and called, “Going for a walk!” to Ben, who was absorbed in the newspaper. I pulled the door shut behind me and stepped into the crisp, clean air. Everywhere I looked, fresh snow coated the roofs of houses and clung, like a pristine cape, to the trees.
Neighbours shoveling walkways waved and wished me Happy New Year as I passed. I heard the ring of a family laughing in their backyard and imagined them building a snow man together. At a local park, children in colourful snowsuits trudged up a snow-laden hill, their bright red, blue and yellow plastic sleds fluttering behind them. Others shrieked with pure joy, as they sledded to the bottom, only to clamber off their sleds and make their way up for another run.
The outside world had been transformed to a real-life holiday card. Much of December, including Christmas Day, had been a dreary, bleak, wet affair. That ever-present film of mist had seeped into my thoughts and moods, so that I viewed the world through gray-tinted glasses. Now, magically, with one beautiful winter day, Mother Nature gave me back my clear vision.
This year is filled with so much hope for the entire planet. If this one, perfect day gifted to us is a sign of things to come, we will be just fine. Happy New Year.
“Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest.
The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”