Snow

The last two mornings I have awoken to a white dusting of powder fine snow.

Despite the cold, snow always makes me race out of bed, eager to see and drive to work through the white gift. In fact I spend so much time at the window watching it fall and seeing if its stopped, my neighbours must wonder. Snow to me is like Christmas. You look forward to it, get over excited, and when it arrives its the best! The only problem is that it's all over too soon. Snow turns to rain and I just feel powerless. No matter how hard I will otherwise, the weather will be her own mistress.

Today the snow has gone, washed away by its poor cousin sleet and second cousin rain. Will I awake to another white offering? The child inside me hopes so but, with this attitude I adopt on life there will always be disappointment.  Most other times I revel in the free spirited nature it provides me.