Overnight, snow falls.
Overnight, like a child, I watch snow drift to the earth, floating and dancing in the soft glow of a nearby street lamp. Peeping through the window, the scene is restful, yet I don’t dare sleep during a rare springtime event.
If I sleep, snow might not come.
By daybreak, several inches coat my car making it appear fresh and clean and bright. But snow hides secrets, covering dust with sparkle, transforming ordinary to magical. Buried underneath the deep snow atop my car, I know ugly bug splatters mar my window shield, a sign of my recent, long journey to Piggott.
Maybe these splatters will disappear with the melting snow.
written at Hemingway-Pfeiffer as part of a free writing exercise…
Nice, as always!
Staci Sandquist says
Hope you are having fun!
Very cool!…and no pun intended. No snow in Tennessee, just cool temps. Thanks for the pics, too. Hemingway/Pfeiffer is an awesome place. I was there on a school trip for my Geology class a few years ago. Hope you’re having an awesome time!=)
Patricia A. Laster says
After I’d decided my computer needed IT, I opened it in safe mode w/ networking and this is what I got. Guess I should be thankful–and I am. Enjoyed our time(s) together–both in session and out. loveP