I woke up at 5 a.m. this morning. As I walked by the kitchen window that faces west, and it had snowed! The snow sparkled and glistened in the glow of the flood light that lights the parking lot. I paused for a few seconds to soak up the feeling of the season's first snow, holding off on pushing the button on the coffee pot.

It seems no matter how old I get, the sight of the first snow is a beautiful thing. All the trees are redressed in white, their forms outlined sharply against the background. Suddenly each tree becomes important as they seem to pop from the landscape. I notice trees for the first time and idly think, "Where'd that tree come from?" It is the same kind of jolt that I used to get when I'd change a room around and it felt all new and exciting again, unexpected.

So, my bladder reminded me to get a move on, I pushed the button on the coffee pot and headed for the bathroom. I was talking to Petey the Pom, sharing with him the news it snowed. Made my cup of coffee, and put my coat on. Now I have slippers on my feet, I stepped down on the first step carefully. Got on the patio, no mishaps. Set my cup of joe on the table. Stood up straight and breathed in. Yup, crisp fresh snow filled morning air, it was still snowing. The sun hasn't come up yet, it was still dark, I sat down at the table and listened to it snow. Snow has a way of muffling sounds, yet one can still hear the slight whispering sound it makes as it comes down. At the moment I felt isolated, cut off from the rest of the world.

Petey is chasing the cat, he's feeling frisky in the snow, the cat is confused.

I take my first sip of coffee, yummmmmm. Good and hot and strong. I realized that feeling was in the air. The one of anticipation, that this time of the year is special. The feelings have a life of their own, their own vibration. Why is that I wonder? Is it the weather? Carry over feelings from childhood? Because it is a holiday? Because we are creeping ever closer to that dreaded holiday? Well no matter why, I still appreciated the morning, the impressions I had. I felt rejuvenated suddenly, empowered. Plus it gave me something to blog about and a good reason to reflect on things.

Happy Thanksgiving

Pam