Snowflakes – perfection and purity

This morning, as I sat at my kitchen table, I suddenly catch a glimpse of a gentle movement through the corner of my eye. Sure enough, there it goes again.

My attention is caught. Turning myself to get a full view of whatever has caught my eye, I gaze out at my garden that is just beginning to show that spring is on its way. As though I am witnessing an act of magic, I stare at the tiny white snowflakes as they fall gently from the clouds. I marvel at how such a tiny snowflake, has given me a simple but joyous feeling.


It occurs to me, that if the snow was green or maybe red, would the emotional response be the same? I ponder on this for a while, then come to the conclusion that it is the perfect purity of the colour white, that has evoked my joy.  The colour white, speaks to me of gentleness, purity, brides and new born babies.

“All things bright and beautiful.”

Of course, there is beauty to be seen in all of the colours of nature. However, for now, I celebrate the colour white.

Snow glistening in the weak morning sunlight

Gently pulling the bedroom blind up this morning I anticipated a view that corresponded to my inner child. Thick, deep snow, glistening in the weak morning sunlight, enticing me to pull on my thick Aran sweater, woollen tights and old Levi jeans. I am such a dreamer at times, carried away by my imagination, which instead of waning as I approach a new decade, (not letting on, which one) is more active than ever.

Despite the double glazed windows I could still hear the gentle roar of the wind, which held a promise of the lull before the storm. However, much to my disappointment and contrary to my expectations, the sleety snow was disappearing into the ground, leaving just a scattering of residue between the blades of grass on my lawn.

Oh well, maybe later I can walk through the snow, as according to the lovely and lively Des Coleman who reads the weather forecast with such joy in his voice , there is likely more to come.

For now, I will settle for a nice mug of tea, sat beside my cosy fire and once more remember my happy childhood, when I played in the snow with my siblings.

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