Snow has come to Northeast Tennessee. Schools and businesses are closed and people are holed up inside their homes, your humble narrator included.
I do not like snow. Not that the weather gives a hoot. Rain on Monday morning turned to fat clumps of the "s"-word and no matter how hard I screamed at it to go away, it kept coming down.
As you can see below, my yard which normally sports a colorful winter coat of rust, gold, and green, was transformed into a monochromatic setting reminiscent of the Great White North - a place from which I flee every January.
My options were to sulk or make the best of it. The latter won so I put on a pot of soup and settled in to watch the storm. By early afternoon, the snow gave way to fog that shrouded the distant mountains in a cloak of depressing gunmetal gray.
But by late afternoon, the sun burst through the fog. Its light show more than compensated for the dearth of color earlier in the day.
I instantly forgot I was a snow-phobe and begged to be shown a snowbow, a little-known cousin of the popular rainbow. (I suspect these exist only in the realms of unicorns and faeries but I still want to see one.) So I watched. And I hoped. And pretty soon I relaxed and allowed myself to just be.
Serenity wrapped me in its gentle embrace.
When darkness came I crept outside to see what was going on. A crescent moon beamed its lopsided smile my way. Stars shimmered and winked. Dry branches rustled in the breeze. I went to bed feeling at peace with the entire universe.
Tuesday morning I awakened to a sight so brilliantly gorgeous, I stood in the snow in my slippers and nightgown and gawked.
It wasn't long before a gang of dark, roiling clouds tumbled over the mountain top and jumped the sun.
Heavy snow rode in on the back of a fierce, keening wind. Fistlike gusts slammed into my house rattling the windows and shaking the floors.
The storm blustered into the night. It huffed and it puffed and tried to blow the house down. I snuggled into my chair feeling warm, and safe, and lucky.. to be here
, to be me
At bedtime I stepped outside for a final check on the weather. The storm had raged off leaving countless strands of glittery stars strewn across the sky; priceless gems worn, then casually tossed aside.
I breathed in the fresh, clean air then grinned my thanks to Mother Earth, the sky, and the snow
for forcing me stop and appreciate the beauty that surrounds me. And for reminding me to be grateful.
Then I laughed out loud. Because the thing for which I'm most grateful is....gratitude. It makes me feel happy. And peaceful. And just plain all right.
How about that?