First Snow

It is a grey morning. I gather the loads and collect the detergent. The time has come to head to the local Laundry Mart. On my way towards the car, I see the white flakes. Could it be true? Yes, the news forecast stated a possible chance for snow.
I drop the basket and supplies, turning towards the front porch to call for the missus. She had followed me out and was standing in the doorway. Declaring the obvious, as excitement leads one to do, I shout, “IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING!!”. Head tilted back, mouth agape to the sky, catching snowflakes on my tongue, it is a cinematic moment.
A woman walking two dogs makes her way up the hill and sees me spinning in the walkway, arms wide, and gazing to the sky. I erupt at her with joy, “IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING!!”. Her face lights up with a smile as she responds by raising her arms to the sky and echoing, “IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING!!”.
The flakes are so quiet as they dance their way to the ground. The wind becomes visible when the patterns form in midair. A most wondrous day and I am on top of the world.
I finally settle down and refocus on the task at hand, laundry. I cannot break this smile, it is starting to hurt. Staring through the Laundry Mart window, I am still in disbelief.
Watching nature’s calendar unfold is truly spectacular. There is a childlike joy burning inside keeping me warm. If ever I waver and that fire burn low, might I remember this very first snow.