Sunday, February 14, 2010

Spontaneous Northern Day aka Snow Day

Every once in a while, the planets align and unexpected bliss rains upon the hopeful.

The snow comes just at the right time.  Time enough to close school for the full day.

The snow stops just at the right time.  Early morning hours, giving you plenty of time to play out there.

The snow is the right type.  Not too wet, not too powdery, but the proper weight and consistency.

The snow pile is just high enough.  Plenty of powder, but not enough to give anyone a heart attack.

And the best thing of all, because the timing is just right,  Mom or Dad gets to stay home too.

And finally, it happens.  The day is here!  

And when we drove by the park, I made QueenMaker stop the car to watch.  We both were filled with happiness because we knew that perfection had arrived. We remember fondly the feeling of it.  

A spontaneous day had arrived, when there are no other plans than to play in the snow.

I didn't want to let it go and quickly got out to take a picture.  The wide hill was full of people, more than I had ever seen.  My picture does not reflect the multitude, or the joyful noise, or the smiling kids and parents.

But of course, it's hard to capture perfection.


Middle Aged Woman said...

That is the very hill my dad used to take US to for sledding. I regret that I didn't take the kids more often, until I remember that my mom NEVER took us. It was always my dad.

Chris said...

Bravo! This reminds me of the sledding hill, the perfect day, the participation of "the parents" when I was child in Winchester, Indiana. Loved how you wrote this. I might even have to say... it's perfect. :-)

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