Welcome back, Old Man Winter! While Christmas fills me with a sense of pure jubilation, the white stuff catapults me back into childhood. Snow. I get a shiver of excitement as I see the first flakes fall. And, as they start to accumulate outside, I desperately want to bundle up and head out to make snow angels, snow men, and snow balls. So you can imagine my glee when I looked outside to see the faint flakes scattering past my window this morning... Still in my pjs, I ducked outside, under the pretense of taking the dogs outside, and turned my head to sky, mesmerized by the bits of icy fluff. Yes, I stuck my tongue out to catch a few...how could you not?? :)
Now I'll admit that working in news has made me slightly resent rough winter weather, only because it can be a crazy mess trying to cover it. I'll also admit that driving in it is no picnic either... But, there's just something special about looking outside to a winter wonderland.?
It's magical in a way, making the world around you sparkle with promise and hope. Whoa Linds, time to reign in the sunshine and rainbow talk, but can't you feel it a bit, too? Try and tell me you don't smile when you look outside to a world of white and you're snug and warm inside That's right, you can't. Told you so. And if that doesn't get you, pelting your brother with a snowball will always give you good feeling...
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