Snowfall

Imagine being in a warm and beautiful mountain cabin, watching the snow falling outside. There's no place you need to be, and no need to drive through the snow or shovel it. You have plenty of supplies, and all your friends and family are safe. The only thing on your agenda is sitting by the window with a blanket draped over your shoulders, sipping a cup of hot cocoa and reading a good book.

As you look out the window, you see the snow falling in big, thick, heavy flakes. It accumulates quickly and soon there is an inch or two on the ground. The soft light inside the cabin allows you to see the words of your book, but it isn't bright enough to keep you from seeing the picturesque scene outside.

After a little while, you decide to walk to the back of the cabin so you can see the snow falling through a large bay window. Some flakes hit the window and you can see their intricate details. You smile and return to your book and your blanket.

Twilight descends, and you begin your evening routine, grateful for the warmth and shelter this cabin provides, as well as the beauty just outside.

In the morning, you wake up to several feet of snow. It's as if mother nature has decided she looks best with frosting. Putting on your warm clothes--coat, scarf, hat, gloves, snow pants, and boots--you rush outside to explore the white world. Everything is so quiet. The only sound that can be heard is your laughter as you make snowballs and snow angels, then jump from the low porch and fall backwards into the soft powder. You decide to make a snowman, complete with carrot nose, before going inside for a warm meal.

After lunch you start a fire and sit close to the inviting flames. Your wet clothing is drying in the other room, and the peace and solitude this snowstorm has brought to you cannot be measured. You smile as you lie down in front of the fire for a much-needed afternoon nap.