Ashley Harrell

I experienced my first snow last Sunday… it was magical.  It must have really been coming down throughout the night, because the morning landscape was blanketed with about an inch of snow by the time I got up to feed Marcel his breakfast.  I actually did not notice until I walked into the kitchen to pull the kitten food out of the cupboard, and in my peripheral I noticed the little snowflakes drifting down like confetti.  When I looked out the window and saw everything flocked with white, I literally jumped up and down with excitement!  Now, I have never lived in a place where it snows, so I feel I have permission to show so much joy.  And… I understand that snow can get really old, really fast, when it’s so cold and miserable outside…. but… how can you not be excited about the first snow of the season!  That morning was our day to go to Ikea for Christmas decorations, and I happily walked through the snow down to the subway.  It was wonderful how everything had suddenly slowed down to silent contentment.  Like the snow had suddenly caused Taxi cab drivers around the city to decide to stop using their horns for a day.  The snow melted down by the end of the day… and since then we’ve had some “flurries” (think sprinkling rain, but it’s snow).  I’m just looking forward to the next trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfZZZZZZZBBB                          -=  (oops sorry that was Marcel jumping onto my keyboard while I refilled my coffee… but I thought I’d leave it in.)  So anyhow, I’m really looking forward to the next day of snow – so I can go outside, make a snowman, have a snowball fight, maybe even sledding!