A boy of about 8 years of age opens his front door as Coffee and I walk. He screams “it is snowing!” and slams the door closed. A man with white hair, wearing a blue robe, opens the door again, and together they take another look. The boy gets out onto his grandfather’s porch, wearing his pyjamas, yelling and jumping, “it is snowing! it is snowing!! Yeaaaaaa! it is snowing”.
He throws what looks like an old blue teddy bear into the recycling bin and continues to dance around in circles with a smile and a happiness that is absolutely magic and contagious. In that moment I am thankful for the snow and for life and I feel tremendously happy and blessed.