Prompt: “Its the first time you’ve seen snow. Why does it make you cry?”
It wasn’t a harsh cold, the kind that makes your nose tingle and shiver. Instead, it was the kind of chill you feel in your toes through your blankets on that first real winter morning. I knew something was different when I woke up and realized it was the middle of the morning yet there was no light from outside brightening my room. I couldn’t see much out the window from my bed but could tell the sky was solid fluff and a mysterious lite gray.
I crawled, still covered in blankets, to the window at the end of my bed and slowly peered over the window sill. My breath caught in my chest. My whole small world outside was draped in sheets of soft cotton, lacie designs covering the trees and whispering promises of magic.
The chill in my toes was becoming less subtle and I broke away from the window for my slippers. I tiptoed downstairs through quiet air but could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen. My husband greeted me in the doorway and said warmly, “Welcome to your first official winter.” We walked to the front door and stood out in the snow in slippers and P.J.s. Our breath escaping in snow clouds, our cheeks blushing with joy and surprise.
I always imagined winter as a lonely and empty time. Cold, desolate and harsh. But here I was, standing amongst a world of delicate snowflakes and I couldn’t help but let my eyes tear up. In that moment, surrounded by the cotton and lace of winter, I had never felt more beautiful.