friday field trip…a walk through a white weekend
“You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there–the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.”
~ Frederick Buechner, “Telling the Truth: The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairy Tale”
“Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.”
~ Janet Fitch, “White Oleander”
“I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened”
~ Rachel Cohn, “Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares”
“Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity”
~ Novala Takemoto, “Missin’ “
“A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”
~ Markus Zusak, “The Book Thief”
Thanks for sharing. Have a wonderful weekend, Jackie