We had a dusting of snow Monday night. It was enough to cover the walkways and any flat surface but the grass was still standing valiantly. There was enough on the front steps to go out and make a few snowballs. I was not tempted. The magic is gone. Warmth and comfort are more compelling.
I imagine that my grandchildren are dragging their father out to see what they can make. They learned about snow angels over Christmas in Minnesota. If they got enough snow they will be out swishing and whooping. They may be doing it even if they don’t have enough snow. If I were down at their house I might be out washing their faces with snow. That is what the magic does for you.
I will find my magic in other ways, thank you.
homo unius libri
Opus 2025-050: Ode to Old: The Magic Is Gone
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