December 15, 2025
God spreads snow like a blanket and scatters frost like dust. ~ Psalm 147:16 GNT
One thing I never expected to happen in Williamsburg, VA, was two snowfalls within a week in early December. As a native-born northerner, snow days entice me to walk outside, looking like a Charlie Brown character dressed in an oversized jacket and boots. There is something mystical about snow, the way it muffles sounds, crunches underfoot in a way nothing else can, and blankets the landscape. Ice crystals form on trees, power lines, fire hydrants, vehicles, railings, and downspouts.
The dreamer who resides within me imagines diamond crystals hanging from branches, sees shapes in the blanketed plants, and loves to leave the first set of footprints where no one else has gone. My dogs leap with each step. Like a snowplow, they open their mouths, stick out their tongues, and lap snow into their mouths. When they come up for air, their snouts are wreathed with snow.
It’s fun to make snowballs and snow people, if there is enough snow. I have been known to do this by myself if there aren’t any grandchildren around. I wonder what the neighbors think of a 72-year-old lying back onto the snow, moving arms and legs to make a snow angel, then figuring out how to get back up.
Snow reminds me of God, making all things clean, all things new, with a drop in temperature and enough moisture in the air, the whole landscape is covered in grace. I feel the grace, the gift of the moment, and am newly young, at least until I go back inside.
Today has been a hard day, hearing about mass shootings in Australia and Rhode Island, and the murder of Rob Reiner and his wife. Remembering the romp in the snow and the image of making all things beautiful again helps me stay centered.
With thoughts of snow angels and glimmering trees ~ Anne
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