Here they came.
Light drops of white upon my windshield.
Flying towards me in tiny, chilly streaks.
The snowflakes arrived.
It’s mid-October and there were twinkling, dusty frozen ice droplets in the sky.
And for some reason, some unbelievably sensitive, internally reflective reason, I recalled the arrival of many snowflakes in my life.
The snowflakes that signal the arrival of the winter season, when snow caps the tops of trees and creates breathtaking visuals.
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Those moments when your window is coated with the hexagons of icy nature, when the sky is blue and the horizons are white.
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And you think about the journey ahead. The moments where a walk in the forest, a stroll through the snowbanks brings you closer to your spirituality and your emotional center.
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You remember your childhood, snowmen and snow angels and putting Frosty the Snowman’s carrot nose in a different location, just for a snicker.
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And if you look carefully into the snowbanks, you can still see the reds and yellows and blues and greens of nature, of sub-chilled waters kissed by sunshine; icy rainbows in the edges of frost.
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I took these photos over the past five or six years. Many of these photos reminded me that there is beauty in winter. That there are moments where I can capture the grace and power and dignity of nature’s harshest and most vociferous season.
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And if I can take those moments and channel the emotions from my timid, tortured, unloved soul into something to rival this beauty and majesty and glory of a winter scene…
Then maybe there’s still hope for me.
And those few tiny snowflakes that visited my windshield Sunday morning are the alarm clock. The wake-up call for the most visually stunning winter I will ever experience.
That might be what I need.
And in that, I might find my soul.
I hope so.
Truly I do.
Chuck The Writer 
Beautiful photos Chuck. But, I’m not ready for this white thing called snow. I did not like the feel of it on my skin yesterday. I’ll take the 60 degree weather for a bit longer. Thank you for sharing your lovely pics though. Have a great day.
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A lovely rumination, Chuck. I too look forward to winter’s blanket to still those inner naysayers. Thanks for the reminder.
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