So I don’t remember many things about much. But whenever it snows, my first thought is
. My next thought is of a teacher I had in college.
I was in a concert choir. There had to be 200 kids in this choir. We sang pretty complicated music and I remember that the teacher would try to relate the emotions of the piece of music.
One day he told us how lovely we sounded.
He must have noticed the look of confusion on all of our faces. So he proceeded to attempt to explain what lovely meant.
I will never forget this.
Lovely is when the snow falls on fresh ground and you look out into road, where the moonlight is lighting it up and all is quiet and all is still. That is what lovely means.
So now, twenty years later, whenever it is snowing, and the kids are asleep, and I look out the window into the freshly fallen snow, I always remember what he said.
It’s a wonderful gift he gave me and he probably doesn’t even know it.
I have another memory of that class. We had to go far for a concert and they rented vans. I had a license so I had to drive with eight kids in the back of the van. They decided to have a peanut fight and I was like a 40 year old mother screaming at her kids to shut up.
That memory doesn’t ruin the first one but it is an accompaniment.
FYI…….although the snow is lovely in the middle of the night when there are no kids screaming and wet floors and terrified little dogs and becoming a slushy then frozen nightmare, I can do without it.
I feel like I need to buy a hitch and get some husky’s.