The Steadying of Seasons
He slowly wandered out to the kitchen, then, remembering, made his way to the sliding glass door. Opening the curtains, he shouted: "It's still here!"
He was talking, of course, about the newly fallen snow that was the first to stick in Minnesota this winter. It is likely the first snowfall Jacob remembers. He was 2 years old when we moved from Chicago to Orange County, CA, where the only snow he saw each year came in on a truck for his preschool. I'm not kidding. You waited in lines just to touch it with your hands.
Now, he was captivated by the snow. He was amazed it had stayed overnight. It had a new permanence, lasting, in his life.
He had no idea how long it would last. Possibly until April. But we will enjoy it for now.
It is my first lasting snowfall too, since Chicago in 2015. Time has expanded and contracted over the past three years. Two moves, to California and now Minneapolis, and now two sons, Joshua - Jacob's little brother - born in Orange County and now seeing snow for the very first time.
We were all slowed by the snow. Stopping took longer. Walking took longer. There was a tolerated lateness and an eerie quiet in the backyard. You felt OK about eating soup and going to bed early.
The snow was still here. It was a miracle.