Leo (Mobile) Jan 2, 2010 9:10:49PM
whoa you guys are getting slammed with snow hey?
Me –> Leo Jan 2,2010 9:14:02PM
Yup!!!!
Leo (Mobile) Jan 2, 2010 9:14:57PM
are you playing in it?
In fact, I was playing in it. I was playing on it, through it and around it. Snow fell like sprinkles from the sky. I climbed into a big truck – lets name him Jake – and set off to glide across the winter wonderland that majestically coated my scenery in winter bliss. Let me engage in a simple thought: Jake the truck is amazing. He is fearless and wise in his older years. Jake is a respected truck that has seen the roads and kept conversations warm in wild winter weather. Exploring the outback with Jake in the middle of the winter storm, I found myself lost in the enchantment of winter thought. How, at night this blanket of snow appears ominous, vast and deep. Soft, cool-blue tones of sky kiss the tops of trees; trees that are sagging under the burden of snow that dresses them. The trees told me a story of their own tonight; reaching for me as I drove past the outskirts of the road. Trees, as it stands, truly carry the story of winter on their backs. Like I was saying (forgive me, I tent to think ahead of my writing), night snow is ominous, and the trees, so tall and haunting, only add to the depth. There is a respect that grows out of me for dark, snowy nights.
Then morning comes. The same snow that dressed the haunted trees at night has now become a cloak of the greatest majesty. Tall, strong and glistening, the trees are rewarded for their vigor. The demand a respect, a ‘get out of your car, step our of your house, walk off the beaten path’ type of respect. They call for us to come closer and delight in the intricacy and placement of the snow that flakes their skin. They yell for us to stand back, take the broad view and become astonished at their protection and might.
Am I playing in the snow? Hell yes.
