The First Snow of the Season

Well, yesterday we had our first measurable snowfall. The temp was mild, just cold enough for snow versus rain. So, I decided that it was a good day to take a walk.

As I walked, I was in awe of how beautiful everything looked covered in snow.  I was especially taken with the trees and how the snow glistened as it clung to them. Simply put, the first snow of the season always seems magical to me.

But at a certain point, some of the magic waned as I walked. You see, I wished I had worn boots instead of my summer shoes and that I had grabbed a pair of gloves before leaving.  My feet were wet and my hands cold.  Yes, by the end of my walk, memories of past winters started to seep into my mind—blizzards, icy roads, freezing temps, and the need to dress appropriately for the weather!

However, whether good or bad, I have decided that memories are just memories and should not be allowed to take away from something as enjoyable as the beauty of the first snow.

Moral of the story: Enjoy the little things in life and worry less about the past. 


“Happiness is good health and a bad memory.” Ingrid Bergman

“The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.” Friedrich Nietzsche

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