Dear Curiosity Journal,
I hope I never stop feeling that sparkle of childhood excitement for the first snow. Fat flakes fall lazily from the cloudy ceiling. Seeing this delicate sky dance from the window, I cast my laptop to the side and slide into my insulated bibs and boots. Hearing the shuffle of gear from outside the door, Balio plasters his snout to the window, willing me to hurry because he already knows what’s up. We share an equal enthusiasm for snowfall. We take off down the trail, squinting against the sting of snowflakes in eyeballs, but embracing this greeting of Winter on Her way in. With no one watching but the dog, I open my mouth wide to the firmament, bobbing and weaving, finding snowflakes to alight on my tongue. This stirs up a sweet memory of the carefree essence of childhood, when play was central, and worries were kept in the distance. I tell my Capricorn inner boss to chill and take my time appreciating the snow. This Christmas baby may be turning 40 this year, but my inner child is alive and well, and pumped for snow, and soon…skiing!
~Joy
