A Dusting

When did snow become uncool? Even the weather guys on TV report snow in disparaging terms. I love it. It's pretty, it changes the scenery, it's fun to play in, and if we get enough of it we get a holiday. My mother wrote a little ditty about snow that I quote often: "If you don't feel a thrill at the sign that it's snowing, don't look now, your years are growing." This versicle is as much about losing one's childhood spirit, I think, as it is about advancing chronological years.

Every day I vow to allow enough time on my way to morning Mass to take a few pictures along the way, but most mornings I find myself racing out the door at 7:48 and barely even making it to the parish center by 8:00. Today's new dusting inspired me to get out early.