Yesterday it started to snow for the first time all year. I remember as a kid it seemed that snow was a much more common occurence. And there was more of it. Often times it would come to my waist as I plowed through it, bundled warmly in layers of clothing. Granted I was shorter then, but these days it only seems to drop, at a maximum, a few inches. But I’ll take it.
Overnight as I worked, carefully tending to the sick and dying, I kept my own silent vigil on the windows, watching huge frozen flakes form halos around the glowing flourescent lights of the parking lot. There’s something soothing about the still of air after it snows. Everything is padded and sound is stifled.
Here’s a little haiku for you all…
First snow falls softly
covering faded imprints
of footsteps long past