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Arctic time machine.
No, that's not the name of a new band, although it could be! It's an accurate description of a walk I took last week. It was 6:45 am on a Monday and I headed out on my daily walk. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was snowing. Big, beautiful flakes falling gently down. Since it was still dark, the flakes showed up well against the glow of the street lights and since there was no wind, they fell straight down. As I walked and stopped and looked and listened, I could feel the tears welling up. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of it and I was also transported to another time.
You see, I love winter. I always have. As a kid I used to spend hours outside in the snow, playing in it, shoveling it and skiing in it. I loved walking around after a good snowfall and hearing it crunch under my feet. But I also loved how silent the world became with a blanket of snow on it. Sound seemed to get swallowed up by all those flakes. So, on Monday, I wasn't just walking in the early morning in the snow. I was appreciating the beauty of a rare snowfall and feeling the possibilities and promise of life. I was both 48 years old and 10 years old. Not a bad way to start the day!