Yesterday I got to experience something I had never experienced before.
The first snow of the season.
I felt like I just so happened to wake up in some movie scene.
After rising from bed with a big stretch, I looked outside the window and saw a single white fluff delicately floating down from the sky.
I thought it was a feather. My mind wandered off into how that single feather could have gotten there...
....probably fell off a bird while it was flying...
....maybe that bird was getting chased by a big, black, scary crow....
....maybe that crow pecked the feather off as it was chasing this innocent white dove....
....maybe the bird was flying away from a plane...
....maybe the bird got hit by the plane and the feathers went flying everywhere!....
Yes, this is actually how my mind works.
I continued to peer out the window as my mind was running in circles and slowly I began to see more soft, white fluffs coming down.
As I thought to myself,
"Clearly the bird was hit by the plane with this many feathers coming down"
I realized it was snow.
Being the Southern California girl that I am, clearly my first conclusion was not, "Oh! Snow!" regardless of all the tell tale signs of freezing temperatures, snow jackets, and lots of hot coco.
When my blonde moment finally lapsed and my brilliant Berkeley brain realized that it was actually snow, I couldn't resist jumping up and down on the bed and squealing like a little girl.
Then a massive lightbulb switched on
"You idiot, GO OUTSIDE!"
So on with my stockings, leggings, and snow pants. I bundled myself up to go experience something new. With my camera in hand I ran as fast as I could down the 10 flights of stairs and went screaming out the front door.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to go diving into mounds of snow and make snow angels. Instead, I sat on a little bench. I sat and reveled in this white soft powder that is snow. With my face up at the sky, little soft kisses landed on my nose.
It was magic.