We spent a couple of days last week in New Hampshire. Our dearest friends generously let us stay in their house for two nights. It snowed heavily the second night. On the third day I went for a walk by myself in the new, deep snow. In one secluded bower of trees I fell to my knees and, overcome with something I can’t name, bowed my head. And then I looked up, all around, absorbing the beauty of this undisturbed corner of the world, that was mine alone to see covered with fresh snow. And then, as I trudged back to the house, I stopped to make a snow angel.
I love how strong your angel looks! What a wonderful treat to spend that time in the quiet of a new fallen snow…
Sounds glorious!
I love that you allowed yourself to PLAY! How nourishing to the soul–the whole experience. I’m waiting for our own midwestern snow fall to collect and pile up!
Oh, I so, so love that photo!
How beautiful…I have had some serene moments in the snow this week as well, but haven’t quite done what you did. The next snowfall I’m in for an angel!
New snow feels almost sacred to me and I have a hard time walking in it sometimes. It just looks so perfect.
I’m glad you found some time for yourself to revel in nature’s beauty yet have some fun. Sounds like a perfect day!
And that is life 🙂 enjoying every corner of the gorgeous glorious nature..
So beautiful! I’m sure your step was lighter after making that Angel.
Making snow angels lets me feel like a kid again!