Last night I was working off some of my holiday calories by shoveling snow in front of my house. It was about 5 p.m. and the snow had stopped for the most part. I shoveled and shoveled, scraped and threw loads of snow around making a path up to our front door and cleared the steps. It was cold but I had worked up a sweat and kept my heart rate monitor on the whole time. 140, it got up that high.

Finally, I had finished and I leaned on the snow shovel for a moment and saw what a ghostly beautiful thing was all around me. I felt like I had been transported to a slightly different place where the air was blue and the snow glowed aqua in the shadows. I looked up and everywhere there were snow shards tumbling through the air catching the light and looking like a shower of tiny diamonds.

It was twilight and all the dog owners were out walking their dogs. All of the dogs I saw were big ones. One huge black Newfie nosed me wagging his tail slowly and with the gravitas that only a working water dog can muster. He was obviously filled with relief and joy at the snowfall. Fulfilling his set nature by cavorting in the snow and cold.

I regretted having to go in. I was shown a lovely parallel universe where everyone was happy and moved about in an indigo land. Some people dread winter, but it’s moments like this that show you it’s allure. You just have to be willing to see it.

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