Hubby and I went for a walk early yesterday morning. We usually go on one of the city walking trails, one that goes around a small pond with plenty of ducks and swans and other birds. It's a wonderful break from the bustle of city life and we both enjoy it.
As we walked, it began to snow. There was barely any wind so the snow fell almost straight down in big, fluffy flakes. The world was quiet and the path was almost empty. At many points during the walk there was no one but us around.
What is it about that first snow of the year that's magical? The air was so still when we stopped to watch the snowflakes drift over the pond. It was utterly beautiful.
Now I'm the first one to tell you I'm not fond of snow and that by February I'll be sick of the snow. But that doesn't matter during the first snowfall of the season.
It's all gone now. Washed away by the torrent of rain that fell yesterday afternoon and last night. For that matter, it's still raining.
But the first snow fell. And it was magic. I'm glad hubby and I were out and about to enjoy it.