I stood by the window, waiting for the stage manager to call places. I just stood staring at the football field below, the field was so beautiful, so pristine, is there anything more perfect than the freshly fallen snow? I could stand and stare at a field of snow all day. What makes it so mesmerizing?
I grew up in Wisconsin; snow was an everyday thing. It was something I never thought twice about. Something I never thought I could miss so much. Since we moved to St. Louis, I began looking forward to the first snow each year — more so than I did Christmas! However, the snow here is not the same as the snow back home. I think that is why a fresh field of snow brings me back home so easily. Snow all looks the same and it’s not until you touch it that you realize its different.
In Wisconsin a great way to get around is by snow mobile. I used to love watching the snow mobiles racing alongside the cars. It was a rarity to find a fresh field of snow untouched by the tracks of a snow mobile or preyed upon by the snowman-making hands of children. I remember as a child it was like finding a buried pirate’s treasure to find a field of snow that hadn’t been touched yet! It was a hunt! I never had a second thought when I pounced on the fresh snow, now it is such a blessing to me.
I was so lost in thought that I didn’t realize my cast had gathered around the window with me. We were each lost in thought. I wonder what memories this fresh field of snow brought to them.
