As yet another year draws to a close, I am amazed at how quickly time passes us by. Seems like when we were kids it went so slow, but now that we're adults it just flies. Of cours, it's always moved at the same pace, so it has to make me wonder what I'm doing differently. Am I taking life too seriously? Do I need to slow down and play more? Maybe I just need a good snowball fight to set myself straight.
I remember when I was a little girl, I'd go out and play by myself in the snow. We lived about a half-mile outside of town, so I'd lay down in the snow and just listen. I'd listen to a winter breeze...the tick-tick-ticking of snow as it fell around me. The smell of wood burning in a neighbor's fireplace would linger in the cold, crisp air. I could hear my mother futzing in the kitchen making dinner. Was it soup again? Oh, I hoped so. My mother always made the best soups. My friend Kim used to tease us - whenever she'd visit and stay for supper, we'd have soup. Tomato, vegetable, chili, beef stew, chicken noodle....whatever flavor, it always tasted so good after spending hours playing in the snow.
I can't help but compare those times to how life is now. We're so "fast-forward." Instant-soup-just-add-water. Where's the love in that? Where's the peaceful snowfall? Am I even capable of just laying in the snow anymore? I think I'm going to try it Saturday...right after I put on a big pot of soup. Who'd like to come for dinner?