Snow

There are some things so deeply engrained in me, things woven into my being, that I don’t really have words to describe.

Snow is one of those things. We’ve just had a massive snowfall here in Kentucky. The largest snowfall in 30 years. Suddenly, I don’t feel like I’m in Kentucky. I’m back in Montana. There is a fresh blanket of white over everything, the light is clean. The plumage of the winter birds stand out against the snow. Hovering above the scent of the snow is the redolence of the chimneys. Everything feel cozy and restful inside, while outside is a new playground.

Snow makes me feel like a kid again. With that comes a deep longing.