A couple days ago, we had the first snow of the season. It was magical. The forecast had been for just a dusting, so waking up to a couple of inches on the trees and rooftops was a surprise. To my dismay, Boyfriend and I both to go to work, though I was working at his location, so we could carpool. And because my responsibilities were a bit light, I was able to sneak away for a half an hour to go for a walk in the snow around lunch time.
Though the roads and most sidewalks had been cleared by then, there were still some snowy paths. It was a quiet day, still close enough to the holidays, that snow made the whole world feel private and special. It was cold, so no one really wanted to be outside, except yours very eccentrically truly.
I had the idea to walk up to a local chapel that has a meditation garden with a labyrinth, but while the walkways were shoveled, the labyrinth was not. I could see a vague outline in the snow, and considered making my way around in the snow, but decided not to ruin the pristine beauty of the snowy field with my boot prints.
My new boots got a workout. They needed a bit of breaking in, and I had some rubbing on my heel by the time I got back. The cold nipped, but I had bundled up tightly, and by the time I got back, I was still up for more walking to get lunch with boyfriend at a local cafe.