I sat at my window

watching the snow this morning.

It reminded me of

days of my childhood.

I could see the snow falling everywhere

covering trees, benches,

and walkways.

I was reminded of

my childhood

sitting at our picture window,

watching cars slipping up and down

that little hill nearby.

The window is where my dad

would paint a Christmas blessing

in the coming weeks.

That would make it harder

to look out the window.

Maybe it was his way

of having us focus

on what’s inside our home

rather than always searching.

I watched the snowfall today

excited about the winter ahead,

change of seasons,

the definition of

spirit, survival, and the goodness

of a snow in November.