Ti and the Pink Boots

It is such a beautiful day in New York! There is a foot of snow on the ground. The wind is blowing swirls of white powder and the air is crisp. I put on my clothes (despite my mother's protest since I am still recovering from a virus) and trudged through the glorious white dust. Three people said good morning to me on my travels up the block through the neighborhood. The snow was up to my hips in some places. Other sections have already been pushed semi-clear by overzealous shovelers. I felt happy walking, playing, being in the snow. There is something about it that is hypnotic and transforming. Every time I think of snow happy endorphins are released. I will start thinking of snow more often. The snow pelting my face actually felt warm. I trudged on the paths not shoveled and made footprints in the snow, handprints on the untouched mounds, and finger signatures every ten yards. All traces of me will be gone in an hour buried by the fresh droppings of snow but I'll know I was there.

I ran into a little girl and her mother or sister. She couldn't have been more than five or so. They were playing as most should do with this great snow. They were kind enough to let me play with them ever so briefly. We threw snowballs and kicked up dust. I could hear the church bell ringing. It's noon. I heard the mom/sister say "Ti...we will have to go in soon." She turned to me and laughed. She said Ti wants to stay outside until 6pm. I laughed and said, "well...you do actually have about five hours of daylight left..enjoy it!" Ti had on the cutest little pink boots. So girly...so kid. I love it! I wore my red coat outside. I guess you could say that is my form of pink boots. I wish I had someone with me to take a picture. It was so beautiful out there. I was only outside for about twenty minutes. It's still snowing now a bit heavier than earlier. As I look out the window I am tempted to go back out and play.