Charlie Brown in Winter. That’s me.
I fall for winter’s spell every time. I always pause to soak in the beauty and the quiet. Hot chocolate, oatmeal and three-alarm chili. I feel so good I forgive the children.
Falling snow just makes you feel good. Fresh powder covers lots of ugly. At first, I forget the grey-to-black ice-iron that snow plows sculpt along the curbs. And I forget the real danger to anything that moves on the streets (200 wrecks yesterday morning).
I know better, but I have to test each fresh snow with a short walk. Short because it’s so damned cold and the wind chill hurts through the muffler. Six-degree weather is probably hard on my pacemaker battery. But pretty, very pretty.
Careful. You’ll bust your tokus. Just ask Charlie Brown.