When the wind isn’t blowing, a walk to work in falling snow is good fun.
Although crossing streets is a little chilling, especially in a town
where college students are still learning to drive in slick white stuff falling from the sky.
But I wear my knobby treads and give the traffic lots of room.
Even though I promise myself to allow extra time to enjoy the expedition,
I never quite do. So I have to hurry along without the spare moments…
to look at my footprints. Or to kick trees…
to see how much I’ll get dumped on.
I did stop to snap some quick photos with my little pocket camera.
Snowy weather keeps aromas close to the ground
so I savor the scents of fried chicken coming from the grocery deli,
and the heavenly fragrance from the donut shop.
It’s all I can do to walk by the bakery …
where I can see back through the store to the warmly lit kitchen.
There they are preparing dough for cinnamon rolls and whole grain breads.
On I trudge through the softened morning light.
All sounds are muffled.
Even the big trucks hauling sand to spread on the intersections
The city crew has decorated the streets for Christmas
and the snow adds to the holiday look.
I sneak some photos of a resident artist putting final touches on a window painting.
She gets extra work this time of year when merchants are in the mood
to fork out a little additional cash to bring in shoppers.
“The Snowy Day” by Ezra Jack Keats is a wonderful children’s book.
It’s a Caldecott Medal winner from 1963 and is still a great story to share or give.