Snow Day.

Even before I pulled open the curtains this morning I knew I would be greeted with a beautiful view. There was a distinct nip in the air that is only there when those beautiful white snowflakes are falling from the sky. The snow clouds were thick and misty and everything in sight was covered with a picture perfect twinkling blanket of snow. I love snow days. I do. But they always bring with them a slight touch of melancholy and pensiveness. I couldn't even begin to explain why, because truthfully, I have no idea. Nature is so intrinsically beautiful. Not every part of it is beautiful. Some parts are upsetting, hard to comprehend. But as a whole entity, it is undeniably beautiful. There is beauty in everything, it's not always conventional beauty, but it's certainly there. There are so many things that I don't know. So many things that I will never know. I do know, though, that all my best thinking is done on snow days. It's a pity they don't happen more often because I probably would have accomplished a little more in my life if they did.

"Oh err, hey there. Watcha doing? Err, can I help? Can we play with toys now? Can I eat that?"

"Oh I'm sorry, what? Oh, I've got something on my nose? Stop laughing. Did I get it? No? How about now? STOP laughing. I'm going to eat your slippers later for laughing. That'll teach you a lesson."

I also know that Mister Bailey (our puppy) is so excited, confused, baffled, curious and probably every other emotion too by the snow. He liked running in it until he slipped. He liked eating it until it went up his nose. He liked trying to catch it until he realised he wasn't really getting anywhere. So he opted to bark at it instead. Trying to teach it a lesson. And then it was lunch time and all was right with the world. He always makes me smile. Always.

xoxo