5:25 P.M. on January 10

It’s already past the magical moment between the waning daylight and the coming darkness; a time of tiny, icy particles in the cold air creating a faint mist between here and there, softening the perception of what was and is to come. Now is the darkness and … thoughts of the new dawn.

Snow Once Again

There was once a time when snow also meant poor TV reception. The picture on the screen would become a faint image of itself until the antenna could once again be adjusted. Nowadays poor reception is evidenced by the picture breaking up into tiny, twinkling pixels that are there and then suddenly gone. I think I like the snow better.

Sparkles

I look out at the snow and the countless tiny sparkles, all competing for my attention. Absent of such sparkles, a long shadow of a small tree extends out over the new fallen snow. A sudden gust of wind swirls tiny snowflakes from the shadow across the yard into a sun drenched drift by the fence where they sparkle once more.

The Day Before

Today is the day before the day before. It’s always true, even when it is the day after. It’s a day of joyful anticipation constantly interrupted by warm memories of past days snuggled between the before and afters.