It didn’t stick, but it was pretty to watch, as it came down. Aidan enjoyed a seat by the bay window, and imagined that one of the big flakes was really a camera in disguise, sent by the enemy to spy on us. It’s pretty interesting to me how his imagination never takes a break. When I look at big fluffy snowflakes, I don’t see hidden cameras. I see snowflakes. And maybe, if pressed to use my imagination, I might possibly see confetti or cotton balls. Whatever I see, it’s not likely to have a sinister agenda. It’s just falling, from the sky to the ground, ever so slowly, dancing on the wind.
Today I am thankful that the snow we enjoyed was of the fleeting, non-accumulating type. I’m just not ready for the onset of winter.