Snowy Colorado Morning
One February morning, Douglas County schools were closed due to hazardous weather conditions. At six in the morning, I stood at the top of my driveway staring at more than a foot of snow, listening for any sounds that might be cloaked by the howling winds.
Early next morning, yet another foot of snow blanketed the driveway, after I had cleared it twice the day before. Snow cloaked the hilly scenery, making me wonder if I were living at the North Pole. Glistening, sparkling, white. Silent.
I felt guilty as the sound of my shovel scraping against the asphalt driveway destroyed the peaceful moment, and noted in dismay as my footprints marred the pristine white of the snow. My guilt disappeared as the sounds of birds chatting happily, my neighbors greeting each other, barking dogs and the snowplow roaring away penetrated the tranquility. Slowly the sun penetrated the lifting clouds and the snow started to melt away. The landscape magically transformed, as the beautiful red rock formations, Douglas firs and distant buttes materialized out of the Arctic whiteness.
Fierce
Peaceful
Metamorphic
Hey Virginia,
Loved reading your little story! The mountains in this time of the year are just beautiful. The silence they offer, the landscape…When the mind’s noise stops you’re just there, connected and at peace with everything.
Beautiful way to describe a simple experience :)
Thank you for sharing!
PS: Thanks Tara for bringing new people and perspectives on your blog :)
Be blessed,
Radu
Hello, Radu! Yes, the mountains do have a way of grounding us and making us feel connected. Thanks for your comment!