It seems to happen out of the blue.
Or does it?
There are signs, like the achy bones I was feeling. I noticed them and was a bit distracted by them before it happened. Now that I’ve gotten to the silver 50’s, I know a change is coming when I start to feel something different.
I wish I could get paid for my ability to predict this arrival. I’d be rich, famous, and sitting on a beach somewhere instead of preparing for this. Ah…now that’s a nice scene to picture as I daydream.
But then suddenly it happens. Like someone grabbed the earth and shook it.
I look to my right, crank open the blinds, and peek out the window. There it is.
I knew it, I was right, my bones told me so.
It’s beautiful though. I’m secretly excited about this change even though the colors of past are my favorite to view.
It won’t last long – it’s too wet. The first one never sticks around long, thankfully. It’s just a teaser of sorts.
In the morning, most of this, the first snow, will be gone.
Good night first snow – you’ll be back again real soon I’m sure. Winter here has just begun.
