Welcome to a snowy Saturday in the suburbs of Vancouver!
I woke up early and by early I mean 3amish. The urge to venture out on the deck for a closer look was irresistible. It was quickly evident that a picture was in order and in I went to fetch my camera. Seeing one of us was still sleeping which was verified by the larger than human sound of snores coming from the bedroom, I needed to move about very quietly. Best not to disturb the reverend.
Armed with my pretty little pink Sony Cybershot I tippy-toed back out on the deck. No need to cover up, it's 3 in the morning. We live on the top floor...all is calm.
The beauty of the falling snow has captured me.
Snap, snap, snap...
flash, flash, flash....
absorb the moment...
feel the chill...
a magical moment....
WAIT! What's that? A disturbance in the still. A creepy feeling of being watched comes upon me.
I look down towards the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow. Why is this person staring up at me? Could he possibly be wondering what the crazy lady in her night clothes is doing dancing gingerly on her very cold deck in her now freezing bare feet? Silly man! She's taking pictures of the snow. In the dark.
What would you have done? I couldn't very well run back inside. That would have looked suspicious. My first thought was to take his picture. After all, what if he was a robber? My picture could aide the police in an arrest. Stolen property would be returned to the owners. I'd be a hero and all because I was up at 3am, outside in my night clothes taking pictures of the snow. This could potentially be my Stephanie Plum moment.
How many thoughts run through your mind in moments like these? Apparently mine processes a myriad. As I posed my camera to take the ruthless robber's picture, my mind snapped back to reality. I composed myself and smiled winningly to the man below, clicked a few more pictures of the snow and then confidently headed back inside.
And how has your morning been thus far?
|Looking out toward Hwy 1|
|Snow was starting to pile up in the |
parking lot beside our complex
I almost forgot, I was so inspired when I woke up to the snow I wrote a poem. A Diamante no less. It was this poem; begging for pictures that prompted me out on the balcony in the first place. In the future I shall stick to reading, not writing poetry.
drifting, swirling, blowing
carpet of flakes from sky to ground
falling, glistening, covering
If the snow lasts and if I can stay awake during the day, there may be more pictures later.