Wednesday musings

I was sitting in my office, listening in on a conference call and looking out my window. It overlooks our driveway onto the center of the crescent where there is a huge, huge pile of snow. Usually, a while after a snowfall and after all the roads have been cleared, the city takes away the huge snowbank for safety reasons. But, because of the incredibly huge amount of snow we’ve gotten this year, the mini-mountain has remained. It’s right up into the limbs of a 40+ year old maple tree.

Over the past few years, a mountain of snow like that would get the neighborhood kids out on it, but there haven’t been any. I thought from time to time, what a waste of a perfectly good play mountain. But today, as I looked out side, my 19-year-old daughter and two friends were out there, doing just that. I could hear their laughter and shouts as they hiked up to the top and then threw snowball at each other. I guess snow can bring the child out of just about anyone.

Watching them made me feel wistful and their joy over something so simple. I can’t recall the last time I did something like that. Come winter, I find myself walking so carefully outside because I’m afraid of yet another fall. I can’t recall the last time I climbed a snow mountain or got into a real rip-roaring snowball fight. Maybe that’s part of my problem. Maybe I need to get out there and enjoy the simpler things in life again.

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