I have to admit to liking snow. There is just something about the stillness of the world when it is gently falling and you don't have to be anywhere. I love to look out at the streetlights and see the flakes coming down like stars from the sky and the gentle whirring of the snow-blowers down the street. Gees, the earth is just quiet when it snows--I like that.
The pond froze the other day, enough that Hobbes could walk on it to check out the heater and squirrel footprints. Of course, I'm all worried about the hibernating frogs and minnows out there. I check the heater frequently to make sure it is keeping an air hole open for them, and it is all I can do to make sure they are safe for their winter of slumber. I spend the winter worrying about them, hoping everyone makes it through okay.
We are off downtown Chicago today to do some Christmas shopping and sightseeing. We'll stop to see the windows at Macy's and perhaps stroll Michigan Avenue--this city is lovely covered in white. We'll bundle up like Eskimos and brave the chills, admiring the lights and pine garland that covers the city at Christmas. It really is lovely and a fun something to do on a gloomy day.
There is beauty in cold, snow and ice. Really.