posted on December 05, 2009 12:31
As I gaze out the window, I watch the beautiful snowflakes drifting down. Soundless … unique … random. I dream about an energetic snowshoe hike, and anticipate the crispy crunchy echo of my snowshoes breaking through that top crust of hardened snow to hit the soft powder beneath. But, not yet.
Today, the snowflakes are soft, blustery, and random. I contemplate the fact that each individual snowflake is different, and indeed, it is one of Mother Nature’s miracles. Today’s snow won’t accumulate to anything, but it’s enough to get me in the holiday spirit. I’m craving Christmas lights, a blazing fire, and a glass of red wine to warm my cold ears and lift my spirits.
In Duluth, Minnesota, it wouldn’t feel like the holiday season without at least a little snow. Although we aren’t in the middle of a life-halting storm, it begins. And I take notice as outside my window … soundlessly the snowflakes fly.
Andrea Busche is a twenty-something writer who works for an electric company by day.
In addition to writing, her interests include reading, hiking, snowshoeing, personal finance, and wine. She and her husband live 3 blocks away from Lake Superior in Duluth, MN in a very old house with their two cats.
Andrea is available for freelance writing opportunities; she specializes in informational magazine articles (any topic – she has covered everything from adoption to zoos), and satirical essays. To contact her with a writing request, please call (218) 391-9568.