We’ve been really busy with holiday chores and errand running lately, and not always having time to get my little guy outside to play. I’ve been hurrying him a lot, too; to the car, from the car, from store to one-more-stop to home. He’s been dying to climb the giant snow piles the plows make around the parking lots. So when I picked him up from school one day this week I made sure we both had boots, mittens and hats. I let him go at it.
There were mountains and caves. The Evil Snow Queen’s lair. A snow bridge that had to be collapsed in order to stop her army. We tossed snow chunks down a hill to make an avalanche. We also visited a puddle that has frozen and melted into mud and refrozen repeatedly over the past month. He was fascinated to find it had frozen solid and we could see a metal washer and scrap of paper suspended in it. It was as slick and smooth as an ice rink, which is what it became for a while. Air bubbles were trapped in spheres and swirls. It was beautiful. I’m so glad we didn’t miss it.
Things in nature change every single day, if you look closely enough. It is always worth stopping to take a look. I want to always remember this, especially when I’m in a hurry.