"Snowed In"
Last night, it snowed. It snowed a lot, and even now, the flakes still drift lazily from the sky, layering the world in a deepening hush. As I sip my morning coffee, I gaze out the window at a landscape untouched—no foot traffic, no cars, no hurried footprints marring the pristine white. Even the critters seem to have taken shelter, waiting out the storm in cozy burrows and hidden nests.
The world has paused, and in this quiet, my thoughts drift to snow days of years past. I am at that place in life where I have more years behind me than ahead, yet my memories remain vivid, as clear as the falling snow outside my window.
I remember my mother and father bundling me up on icy mornings, tugging mittens onto my hands, wrapping a scarf snugly around my face. The school bus would inch its way up the hill, and I’d dash out the door, running through knee-deep snow because the driver had little patience for the latecomer. I can still feel the cold air biting my cheeks, the exhilarating rush of making it just in time, the warmth of the bus and the friendly chatter inside. Those were days of love and security, wrapped in the simple rituals of childhood.
Then came the snowstorms of young adulthood—those blizzards so fierce that the city itself seemed to surrender. I remember walking down the middle of streets usually packed with cars, the world transformed into a winter wonderland where the usual rules of time and movement were momentarily suspended. Friends would gather in small, warm apartments, the glow of lamplight reflecting off snow-laden windows. We’d huddle together, watching movies on the first VCRs, marveling at the technology while outside, the world remained white and still.
And now—this morning. No plans, no obligations, just the peaceful presence of now. The aroma of coffee fills my senses, rich and comforting. My heart swells with gratitude—for the people I have loved, who have shared their lives with me, the quiet moments like this that allow reflection and appreciation to rise naturally.
Metaphysically, I know that what we focus on expands. And so, I choose to focus on love, on warmth, on the profound sense of peace that this moment brings. May it ripple outward, beyond my own heart, expanding into your life as well. May we all embrace the beauty of now, wrapped in the quiet magic of snow, memory, and gratitude.
~Wylddane
(Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
© 2025 Wylddane Productions, LLC
The world has paused, and in this quiet, my thoughts drift to snow days of years past. I am at that place in life where I have more years behind me than ahead, yet my memories remain vivid, as clear as the falling snow outside my window.
I remember my mother and father bundling me up on icy mornings, tugging mittens onto my hands, wrapping a scarf snugly around my face. The school bus would inch its way up the hill, and I’d dash out the door, running through knee-deep snow because the driver had little patience for the latecomer. I can still feel the cold air biting my cheeks, the exhilarating rush of making it just in time, the warmth of the bus and the friendly chatter inside. Those were days of love and security, wrapped in the simple rituals of childhood.
Then came the snowstorms of young adulthood—those blizzards so fierce that the city itself seemed to surrender. I remember walking down the middle of streets usually packed with cars, the world transformed into a winter wonderland where the usual rules of time and movement were momentarily suspended. Friends would gather in small, warm apartments, the glow of lamplight reflecting off snow-laden windows. We’d huddle together, watching movies on the first VCRs, marveling at the technology while outside, the world remained white and still.
And now—this morning. No plans, no obligations, just the peaceful presence of now. The aroma of coffee fills my senses, rich and comforting. My heart swells with gratitude—for the people I have loved, who have shared their lives with me, the quiet moments like this that allow reflection and appreciation to rise naturally.
Metaphysically, I know that what we focus on expands. And so, I choose to focus on love, on warmth, on the profound sense of peace that this moment brings. May it ripple outward, beyond my own heart, expanding into your life as well. May we all embrace the beauty of now, wrapped in the quiet magic of snow, memory, and gratitude.
~Wylddane
(Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
© 2025 Wylddane Productions, LLC
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