All five inches of Storm Nemo and counting. Just look at the snow orbs. Beautiful stuff. Makes me all giddy inside. Feeling like a child. Now that's a memory.
Remembering the snow of 1957 in Baltimore. Many of the electrical lines were down. Parents were not afraid to send their children out to play. They had told their children to stay away from the downed lines. Children listened. They were accountable.
We were off school one week. Each night I would listen for the radio news hoping my school was closed. My friends and I couldn't wait to play in the snow. Igloos, snowmen. We were a creative bunch. You always had a pal to play with.
Today it is a quiet day. I am a bit older now still feeling the wonder of a child. There are no plans to lose the wonder. As Ram Dass reminds us, "We are just walking each other home." Imagine hand in hand. The wind outside is gusting. Circles. A neighbor sits in the sunroom completing a crossword puzzle.
My dogs are sleeping. They loved this morning's snow. I doubt they will enjoy going out later as the inches and the reminds us. Nature is a mighty force. Nemo did indeed find us.
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