Snowflakes

It is snowing here in Utah—not tiny flakes that melt before they hit the ground, but heavy snowfall. A blanket of white completely covers the grass in my back yard and the tree limbs bow to the ground with the added weight. It looks like January. I had to check my calendar to make sure it really was May 24th. Mentally it is very disconcerting and confusing. I have enough trouble keeping things straight lately without the weather playing these kind of tricks on me. It’s supposed to be spring!

But that is a “should be,” and the Truth is that it is winter outside. So instead of wishing or fretting or vexing about it, I think I’ll take a walk in the snow and try catching a few snowflakes with my tongue like I used to when I was a girl. If you leave your tongue sticking out, the flakes tickle as they melt. If you pull your tongue inside your mouth, the cold fights against the heat of the mouth in a kind of temperature tug-of-war. (The heat always wins in the end!)

Come to think of it, this snow thing has the makings of a great morning! I’m starting to feel young again just thinking about catching snowflakes.