Today, four days past the middle of March, I waken to the dreaded four-letter word.
S N O W.
But I decide to shovel away my disgruntlement of another wintry day and to exercise outside No Matter What. Normally I dislike the cold and the fear of falling on icy roadways, but after three months of this weather, and after meditating my breaths into ACCEPTANCE, I choose to go with the flow. Or in this case, Go with the Snow.
The wind is as soft as a whisper, and the snow falls delicately, yet quite seriously. My boots traipse through about six inches of the white stuff. To my California mind, six inches is a lot of snow, but after living in New England for a few years, I realize that six inches is not impressive.
Well, good, I don’t want to be impressed. I want to warm up my blood with a hefty hike, intending to walk around the neighborhood a few rounds, leading me up to at least 5,000 steps on my Fitbit.
But I hear something. A promise….a giggle….an urging that impels me to head for the woods instead. The trail is narrow but navigable. My eyelashes grow heavy with flurries, but I wipe them off and follow that inward murmuring. Here. Here. Almost there.
And then I stop, mouth open, my awe taking my breath away. The silent snow changes to light-filled glitter, glitter that sparkles colors of the rainbow: peach, pink, lavender and gold. And tiny fairy-like creatures fly in and among the glitter, like hummingbirds dancing in sun light, only in this case, snow is the sun.
Their wings move so swiftly that their movement becomes a blur, but one stops every once in a while and flies in place, in front of me, wings moving gracefully, tiny bright blue eyes peering into my widened ones. A bubble bursts inside me, as if the glitter spreads throughout my blood and moves me into freedom. My body even lifts a few feet. W O W!
But by saying WOW out loud, I startle myself and fall down into the powdery snow, laughing. At myself. At the fairies. At the snow. And at knowing that absolutely no one will believe me.
The fairies fly off with the flurries. I pick myself up, wipe the glitter off my coat and pants, and skip all the way back home.
Happy Spring, Every One!