Growing up in Grand County: Enjoying the snow
February 26, 2008
Earth has been sprinkled with white, dusting every branch and twig of the surroundings. Sun bounces off each crystal, creating a spectacular show of glitter.
Snuggled in her warm, cozy blankets, a child sleeps soundly, unaware of the night’s transformation of the world. Groggily, she wakes from her slumber. As the child spies the winter wonderland through her frosted window, a sparkle of pure fascination and wonder dances across her ocean blue eyes.
Eagerly, the girl flies down the stairs and bursts from the front door into the outside world. She stalls, taken aback by the bright beauty of the foreign landscape. Frigid air buries itself deep inside her lungs, refreshingly awakening the child. As the heavy snow seeps through her thin, satin slippers, the girl scouts out the perfect spot. The child glimpses the area, a flat mound of snow nestled between two gnarled pines. Snow flies up behind her, leaving a trail of disruption in the uniform land as she runs to the fluffy haven.
The girl turns and sinks deep into the pile, feeling the cool weight against her skin. Animals come to life among shapeless white clouds as the girl gazes into the vast sky.
From habit, the child moves her limbs through the white flakes, back and forth, back and forth. Soon the cold penetrates the young girl’s bones, and she rises to return to her welcoming cabin.
The girl peeks at her creation one last time before stepping through the threshold, a perfect angel in the season’s first snow.