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As I look back I try to figure it out. I remember how it all started on that wintery day. The temperature changed as the clouds rolled in. As the sky darkened, it got colder by the minute. I sensed the imminent storm. The flakes stared, slowly at first, but increased in time.
As the hours passed, inches had dropped. Looking out my window, I observed the panes of glass crystalizing from the change of weather. They appeared to have spider webs from the frost forming on the icy glass. As time passed, the snow slowly stopped.
I decided to open the front door and see the white blanket of fluff, first hand. Some flakes were still dropping as I stuck my tongue out. The cold flake melted on contact. I held my glove-covered hand out, and like us, no two were alike . Each was individual in its own way.
The ground was like a blanket of cotton, innocently covered to hide what lied beneath. The trees had snow cascading from their limbs. Weighing them down, causing their boughs to bend.
Now, I reached down and grabbed a handful of snow. It fell through my fingers as sand through an hourglass. I now looked at the untouched snow on the lawn. The contours of the shrubs and bushes were hidden beneath.
It was at this time that I remember my favourite thing about new fallen snow. It is the thought of the visible apparition that will appear before your very eyes. We call it a SNOW ANGEL. But there is one thing that always bothered me about them. No matter what you did or how hard you tried, there would always be a hand print left behind.
So now I will ask you, my dear friend, please help me now. I have a solution to make that perfect snow angel. We will do it together. You lie down in the snow and swing your arms above your head back and forth, as you wave your legs back and forth. The angel is now formed. Now, to make it perfect, I reach for your hand and pull you up towards me. We share an embrace, as we look at the apparition in the snow before us. I now whisper softly in your ear, "You are my perfect SNOW ANGEL."
Joe Henn |
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