Monday, 2 February 2009
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
No school. No work. No pavements. Just SNOW!
Some mornings are special. Some mornings you wake up and feel like a child.
Some mornings you wake up and gaze out of the window and see a scene that you long for each Christmas.
Some mornings you turn on the radio listen, fingers crossed, for the list of school closures and realise that the weekend just got longer ...
Some mornings you bounce out of the house, Monday morning or not.
Some mornings the blanketing silence of snowfall is disturbed only by the sound of my shrieks as I am dragged down the hill on a sledge by Mr Roses and the laughter of my daughters as they follow behind on theirs.
Some mornings you get a glimpse of an everyday world that is somehow transformed.
Some mornings the world is seen through fresh eyes -
pawmarks in the mud become treasures in the snow.
Some mornings you make new friends.
Some mornings you want to share with others ...