Snow is magical. When else do I stand in the middle of my busy neighborhood street after 10pm visiting with neighbors, comparing notes on where our walks have taken us today while another offers his jeep for rides of necessity and fun? When else am I invited to go in search of parking lots large enough to do doughnuts in, creating circles in the snow? When else have I seen the giant blue jay sit an inch from the tiny finch and share bird seed? Never.
Snow births a pureness, diminishing differences, promoting friendliness. No one's a stranger.
Silence, uncommon to the city and much of the planet, blankets the city as well as the snow. It is the silence that I imagine preceded creation. It is the silence that precedes any creation be it a new thought, idea or work of art. It is the silence so lacking in our busy lives and world, the silence in which if we stop long enough we can hear what our particular life holds out before us.
May the magic not melt with the snows.
- Dawn! The Good News Muse