Snowy Joys 2010
It has been my opinion for many a year that all this talk of snow is a most decidedly preposterous supposition on the part of silly persons frittering away otherwise profitable hours.
And then there was snow. . .
All that they say is true!
Here I stand chastened. I am aggrieved as I recall my uncharitable comments made in my ignorance heretofore. What could I know of such delights, having never truly beheld them in their fulsome bounty?
All that they said about the joys of “winter wonderlands” and “snow-clad vistas” scarcely did justice to the majesty of this icy confection that sifts from the sky to frost the land as if it were one big birthday cake. Pardon my slip into loquaciousness, but such beauty brings out the poetry in my soul.
Speed is of the essence!
And so it came to pass that I found myself perched on a bright red steed of unimaginable speed and regal bearing. Off she leaped, into the white landscape, taking hillocks and hummocks at a bound! Through the wilderness we galloped, so fast that all became a blur white tinged with joy, and the peels of laughter that only later would I realize were my own.
At some later point, how much later I cannot say, I found that I was once again sitting quietly in the lodge, nestled in front of a roaring fire. The bite of the cold in my toes and fingers melting away, and the buzz of so much adventure still thrumming in my bright red ears.