As I stepped outside to leave for work tonight I paused to look around and inhale the cold, crisp air. The snow that fell yesterday lay mostly untouched, beautiful in white. All but the snow in front of my house. Its been trampled upon, packed down, and picked up for snowball making. To some it may look like a disturbed mess, but not me. I can see what lies beyond the surface of that mess. It has been played upon and laughed upon, and enjoyed. It is the snow on which everlasting memories were created, even though it is ultimately temporary. It brings out the kid in me. It builds in me the character of childhood innocence, something I lack but am learning.
The kids and I played in the snow until the dark pressed us enough that we had to go in. I'm not sure I've ever experienced a freedom like I did today. For today the pieces of this puzzle fit together perfectly. This happens rarely, though more frequently than it used to. Life has a way of telling us it'll be ok. And as the seasons change, so too will I, welcoming it humbly and with open mind.