It didn’t stick, but it was pretty to watch, as it came down.  Aidan enjoyed a seat by the bay window, and imagined that one of the big flakes was really a camera in disguise, sent by the enemy to spy on us.  It’s pretty interesting to me how his imagination never takes a break.  When I look at big fluffy snowflakes, I don’t see hidden cameras.  I see snowflakes.  And maybe, if pressed to use my imagination, I might possibly see confetti or cotton balls.  Whatever I see, it’s not likely to have a sinister agenda.  It’s just falling, from the sky to the ground, ever so slowly, dancing on the wind.

Today I am thankful that the snow we enjoyed was of the fleeting, non-accumulating type.  I’m just not ready for the onset of winter.

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