Snow, snow , everywhere. Even more than predicted for New York. And yes, it's quite beautiful. A little nippy.
I'm watching the 'snow leaves' beautifully drape the tree branches; magically weaving between tiny appendages. Arms reaching into open air. Admiring the
wonders of nature: snow-dusted mountains that line the Hudson River, blankets of white crystals coalesced into open playgrounds for snowboarders and want-to-be speed skaters. The winter experience continues on television with the Winter Olympics. This is the first time that I've actually sat to watch it. Amazing, the skill, swiftness, agility and
daring spirit of the olympians. Of course, I'm waxing sentimental. And some who truly know me would say, uh...didn't you go to school in Massachusetts? Why so sentimental about snow now? Perhaps,
I've reached a point in my life, where nature just astounds me. I'm often in awe of her beauty and giving nature. I revel in her abundance and am grateful to be alive!