“A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder.”
And falling it is, just outside my window, quietly as a silent prayer. I am sitting in my big cozy armchair surrounded by books and papers, a smiling snowman candle holder glowing softly, a snowman mug filled with pumpkin hot chocolate, my favorite, and a fresh day ahead to play in the imaginary fields of my novel. I have everything I need. I am content — and hope everyone literally snowbound or figuratively so, feels a sense of wonder.
And here, now, a moment of snowy wonder from the poet Amy Lowell:
A Winter Ride
Who shall declare the joy of the running!
Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!
Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather,
Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.
Everything mortal has moments immortal,
Swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.
So with the stretch of the white road before me
Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun,
Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows,
Strong with the strength of my horse as we run.
Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight!
Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.
May you be warm and cozy, full of wonder and joyful, as we all write on!