Our house sits on six acres of woods and open ground. I love to walk along the path that leads to the creek. In the spring, the aspen trees rustle with the slightest breeze. But today, in the snow, there was only the muffled sound of my footsteps as I clomped along in the new dry snow that was dusting the old crusty snow from earlier in the week. I love the silhouette of the greyish white winter branches against the sky. Marley woofed at something unseen to me. According the all of the tracks down below, we've had a lot of deer traffic. I'm sure there are rabbits and occasionally turkey and squirrels.
I lifted my face to the sky, letting snowflakes land on my cheeks and eyelashes. I wanted to be present in this perfect winter moment. I could hear the creek bubbling along under the frozen drifts of snow. I peered through the willows to see the bare patches where the water had melted the snow.
Winter has not always been a season of pleasures for me. I hated walking to class in the deep snows of Provo at Brigham Young University. I hated the cancelled flights and the delayed travel plans coming and going during the holidays of those college times. And then I discovered cross-country skiing after college. I learned how to dress for the weather and discovered another universe dressed in white and surrounded by cold air and steamy breath. I have learned to laugh at snowflakes with my children, to enjoy a good packing snow with youngsters at school. I have enjoyed the challenges of downhill skiing during my mid-life. Now that I'm 50, I am learning to enjoy all that life has to offer. Every season, every time, every phase.
Childhood is a good place to revisit. We must get older...but we can choose whether we will get old. I choose NOT. I am loving this life and the variety each season offers me.