Fresh Snow

I am not a big fan of the snow...those who know me already know that. But here I am, in a place where it falls regularly.

There are days that the cold of the snow seems to chill my soul, and brings me down. The ice creeps into the crevices of my being, sharp and numbing. But then there are moments that the snow is relaxing...then it separates me from the world, and creates for me a safe haven from everyone else. A quiet world, just for me and my thoughts.

These footprints made me think of Cedric, and how much he loved the snow. He used to walk out into the freshly fallen snow, take a few slow steps, and then bulldoze his way around the yard.

The snow is both so cold...and so heartwarming...