Sunday, December 8, 2013
Sign of the Season
While preparing for our annual tree-decorating event at Boal Memorial, I paused by the front window this morning and gazed out over the frost-covered lawn. Dry days, with unusually cold temperatures, has resulted in thick frost, creating an illusion of snow. I stood there, the intense duality within me threatening to overwhelm - so much to be grateful for existing alongside deep sadness due to loss. While breathing slowly and deeply into the scene before me, I became aware of one tiny snowflake drifting down. Any smaller, and it would have been invisible to the naked eye. A few moments later, another one appeared, followed by a third some seconds after that. This delicate show continued for a short time - the tiniest of snowflakes floating down one by one, all well spaced apart. And then, the display was over. The first snowflakes of the year. So subtle. Easily overlooked, without any accumulation. Their appearance, however, was not lost on me. On this significant day, it was not feathers that made me smile, but rather, a beautiful sign of the season.