Snow never fails to excite people at first snowfall. It’s like we forget what a punishment last year felt like when we got pounded by storm after storm and piles of dirty old snow on the ground was normal. But I guess winter isn’t really winter without the snow, or as my kid puts it, snow makes winter more fun.
There was at least an inch of snow on the ground by the time I walked the kids to school Friday morning. Usually I turn around, head right home and either get ready for the office commute or make a pot of coffee on the days that I’m home. That day, in a sudden impulse, I continued on to the park. It’s like one of those things where if the traffic light had not changed green I probably would have turned around. There’s nothing quite like seeing the park when it’s still snowing, when it’s your footprints that are making the first imprints on the snow. So quiet. And when the sky is swirling with white, it’s one of the only times you can step inside an almost monochromatic landscape.