The Sound of Snow

Today, the first fluffy snowflakes of the year blanketed our neighborhood. Growing up in California- it only snowed once in my life- when I was 4, and it was more of a “light dusting” than an actual snow- I never knew what magic snow can bring.

Oh, sure in a few months- or even tomorrow morning when I’m getting three kids in the car to run carpool- I will be sick and tired of the white stuff, but for now, the first snow of the season is just magical.

The first winter we lived here, I remember waking in the middle of the night, and being confused by the strange glow coming from the windows- when I looked outside, the whole world was silent, glowing and sparkling in the luster of the full winter moon. When it snows, the white reflects light all around, and night doesn’t really get dark- it was a wonderful surprise, and one I still appreciate.

The other surprise was the way it sounds when snow is falling. It’s like a downy cotton quilt setting around the sleeping world. Sounds are softer, muffled- you can hear yourself think. Falling snow invites introspection. Watching the flakes softly fall from the sky and catch on your eyelashes is a dizzying experience, and makes one feel like a child.

Speaking of children, as soon as we left church, Jeffrey pelted Beanie in the face with a big ol’ snowball, bringing on serious indignant tears from the offendee, and a time-out for the offender.

Maybe tomorrow we’ll make a snowman. Maybe. But I’m way bigger on looking at the snow and waxing poetic than I am at actually playing in it- don’t even get me started on sledding!

5 thoughts on “The Sound of Snow

  1. My parents sent me a picture of their front yard and it actually made me miss Washington. They live in Sequim, where it doesn’t snow very often–maybe one or two days a year. And everything shuts down for those one or two days! But I miss that feeling you describe that snow brings. The muffled sounds, the peaceful blanket.

  2. You know I absolutely love the look of snow. That glow you talk about at night, there are so many times I think I am seeing that glow and nothing. Talk about major disappointment. I love looking at the stuff. I hate driving in it, but the beauty of new snow that is not marked by a foot print is a picture I love in my mind. Go ahead and wax poetic, I thought it was wonderful and expressed how I feel about new fallen snow.

  3. I miss it now. We are going home for Christmas this year, and I’m wishing for some snow…just a little bit. But if we don’t get snow, we are planning a day to go and find some!

  4. I hate snow. I will admit it looks pretty, but the cold and the yuckiness outweigh the beauty for me. In my world, snow will be warm. Not too warm, just enough that you can play in it without bundling up beyond recognition.

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