phenomenon

 

 

 

 

one beautiful bright sunny December day
we thought it would be a nice time to explore the seaside town of Rockport
as we neared the coast
the clouds rolled in
snow blew and swirled around us
it looked like a nor’easter had hit
strange, it wasn’t in the forecast
turns out, that day a snow cloud decided to hang out over just this particular town
while the rest of Massachusetts was crystal clear

it was magical
people went about their shopping, dashing into coffee shops for warmth
the holiday lights twinkled, there was a party-like atmosphere about the town

 

while this photo is far from perfect
I love it for the memory
one I have thought about every Christmas since

a simple gift

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

first snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there–the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.”

 

Frederick Buechner