Melting Snow

It snowed yesterday. In Texas. In February.

This born and raised Central Texan had a field day.

It snows maybe once a year in North Texas. And, although I had a to-do list the length of my arm, I paused the frenzy of a work day and went outside instead.

I sloshed in snow-melted mud in the nearby nature center in my suede not-made-for-snow boots and crunched the quickly melting ice through the trails.

And, as cliche as it sounds, it all reminded me of seasons in my own life. That just like weather seasons change, so does life. There are seasons of depression, joy, waiting, excitement. And, in time, they will probably all repeat themselves.

There's beauty in that repetition, if only I sit and listen. Listen to the rumbling water freshly melted and the pitter patter of freezing rain. There's beauty in the slow pace and careful observation. There's beauty in peaceful strolls. And, I want to camp in those more.