flurry

A light snow greeted us today. It sprinkled down from the dim clouds, dusting the dead trees and spreading itself in a thin coat over the cold ground. After many wishes that we wouldn't have another snow this winter, the flurries seemed to be taunting us, allowing the sun to peek out from behind the clouds every once in a while then going right back and falling faster.

I peered out my window, wondering how such an enchanting substance could be so unwelcome. Christmas is over, the holiday magic is gone, and the thought of snow now is just an annoyance. And yet, it is so enchanting...

xo,

hannah

its halloween, not christmas!

You know when you walk into a department store and its the first day of October and they have Christmas decoration before Thanksgiving? Or even halloween?
Weeellll, not that I don't adore Christmas, but c'mon, what happened to all the ghosts, witches and pumpkins? Oh yeah, they got rid of those right after Easter ;)

But today I was in the Christmas spirit. Was it the fact that the shops were all decked in red and green tinsel? Was it the fact that they had holiday specials? No, it was the fact that this morning when a sleepily looked out my window, I saw snow on our neighbor's rooftop. For real.
I was suddenly wide awake. I pulled on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt and grabbed my camera. As I stepped out the door and the cold air hit me, I never wanted Christmas to came more.

As I type this, the snow is melting rapidly. It was definitely nice while it lasted, but now we have to endure the mucky slush that comes after the soft white crystals.

Have you had your first snow yet?

-hannah

when angels go bowling

Silence. Flash. Crash. Rumble. Boom. Crackle.

I sit in bed, listening to the sounds of the storm roaring outside my bedroom window. My heart flutters in my chest. I hear the thunder rolling through the sky and cringe. Too loud. Too big. Too startling.
Another flash.
"It's gonna be a big one." I say to my sister. I was right. And then the rain came, splattering down onto the pavement, into the grass, turning it into mud.

Small "rivers" slide down the street, glowing from the streetlights.
Plinks inside our chimney. Patters on the windowsill. Splats on the roof.

Voices across the street. Shrieks, laughter. Car doors are slamming, feet are pounding the sidewalk. I glance out my rain spattered window and see a car pull away from the neighbors house and the big green front door of the beautiful stone house close.
I think of everyone who is driving in this storm and I close my eyes and am thankful that I'm inside and safe.

The wind picks up, creaking our old yellow farm house. I see my window blind dance a little from the draft coming through our window. I feel the cool stormy air on my toes. I look outside again.
The sidewalks are covered with puddles-no, pools-of water.
I sigh. No double dutch tomorrow.

I look into the sky. An airplane blinks through the otherwise empty, black sky. There's something past that blackness though, and I know it. Somewhere up there, angels are laughing, eating popcorn and sipping sodas. They're renting shoes that fit perfectly and carrying balls that weigh nothing.
They're looking down smooth, gleaming wooden lanes to white pins standing, waiting to be toppled over.
They take their deliciously perfect balls and bring their arms back, softly brushing them against their snow-white wings. And they're bringing their arms forward, watching the ball drift towards the pins gracefully.
And they rejoice every time the pins topple over, sending thundering cheers down to earth.
-hannah