I remember the first time I saw snow. I was seven and had come to the United States from India with my family, about three months prior. I could hardly believe what I was seeing through the living room window! I hurried and put my navy blue fuzzy coat on with a good warm hood and ran outside, eager to feel it’s sparkling beauty on my little self.
We’d heard of snow but if you didn’t live in the Himalyas, your brown Indian awareness had likely never laid eyes on this exquisite stuff. It was one of the things we eagerly anticipated from the moment we landed on American soil. And here it was! Way more mystical than I’d ever dreamed possible.
I stood quiet and still to listen for the falling, just as I loved listening to rain on roofs and sashaying against windows, but I heard absolutely nothing. I put my arm out in front of me so I could be sure this amazing wonder was landing on me, but I could feel nothing.
Wow! I thought. This is real magic. The silence and weightlessness of this sweet gift from an invisible sky augmented my awe and pulled me deeper into its quiet, conquering world, so full of mystery and joy.
I don’t remember how long I stood there, my right arm out in front of me, sweetly spell-bound, staring into the dimensions and layers of sparkling stardust coming to us on tiptoe like they had secrets hinted at with winks and giggles.
I enjoyed that winter immensely, learning to make snowmen, go sledding and eat icicles from the neighborhood kids. And to this day snow has never lost it’s enchanting beauty for me.
Wishing you all the sweetness of warm memories and magical moments this beautiful season. And may 2022 bring you the congregating joys of your heart!