Snow Falling on Cedar

Friday, January 21st, 2005 • 3 Comments on Snow Falling on Cedar

Having grown up in south Florida*, I didn’t see snow for the first time until I was eighteen.  It is still a novelty to watch snowflakes dancing in the air and wake to vast whiteness blanketing every surface.  I stood at the window earlier, utterly enraptured until my warm breath fogged the glass and blurred my view. 

It is magical how snow changes the way the world looks.  It makes me feel wistful for some reason.  Snow can be a welcome cocoon, but sometimes it evokes feelings of isolation and loneliness.  Or maybe I’m thinking of The Shining.  That was about a writer, after all…

*People who are from lower half of the state do not simply say they are from Florida.  We say we are from south Florida.  It is a distinction that Floridians understand.  Trust me.

Posted by Kristina in Musings

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