Snowflake

I pulled out of Capilano’s parking lot last night with a swish and a slide, the traction barely noticeable as we drove down the street. The world’s harsh edges were being softened and this concrete urban landscape was covered in nature’s beautiful white cloak. The snow was basically untouched and no trace of grime or dirt had touched the streets and hills. My windshield was apparently the perfect temperature to preserve snowflakes in their intricate little forms and I couldn’t bear to let the wipers crush the little beauties. So we drove home with the windshield covered in sparkling works of art.

I believe watching snow fall on a clear night is magical. In every day life when we see things fall, we hear a sound. And as you watch all this movement around you, all these things falling, it is absolutely silent. I am filled with wonder every time and it makes me feel like a little kid.

As we drove along there was a couple walking down the sidewalk knee deep in snow, hand in hand, hooded, scarfed, mitted and smiling. Watching two people enjoy a moment with so much happiness and love made everything seemed right with the world for a moment.


(the picture in the link came up when i was looking for pictures of snowflakes. apparently this is Snowflake)