Children of warmer climes have been indoctrinated to desire snow at Christmas. Growing up in one of the warmer climes, shorts were as much a possibility for Christmas Eve as heavy coats. Then one meets a life mate from a northern clime. A move ensues and the dream of snow happens. A covering of snow that is not a dusting and does not melt straight away.
Snowflakes on windows and windshields become the object of photos. Heavier, warmer clothing is purchased to enjoy the beauty while sledding with the children. The pristine white landscape reaching for miles. As if all had been miraculously purified from above.
drifting slowly earthward
swirls in joy
© Janice 'petra domina' Adcock
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on