When I lived in Colorado, this always made me a little melancholy...indicating the end of summer was near...summer being my favorite season by a long shot.
One of the reasons I moved to the tropics is my disgust and hatred of winter. I don't like the cold. I don't like forced air heating. I don't like the loss of green and the washed out gray-brown of winter.
A blight on the eyes and an assault on the skin.
But for a moment, the haunting beauty of winter snowfall hit my memory. Especially the windless, thick snows of the Colorado mountains. Soft and quiet like a giant pillow.
We used to sit inside looking out our huge vaulted windows, watching it snow...for hours. It was so beautiful.
We would scamper out onto the deck and into the hot tub. The snow so cold it would "burn" our skin until we could submerge into the water.
Do you know you can hear snow fall? You can. It has to be completely quiet and still. The snow makes a soft murmur as it hits the ground.
Sitting in a hot tub during a heavy, still snowfall is one of the best experiences in life.
And the only memory of winter that I like.
As I sit in Boquete, watching it rain, with the temperatures in the 60's, I am grateful to be here. No snow, no cold.
But the memory...not the actually being there...of a quiet snow is wonderful!
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