Santa is a bit lean this year
The first snow had a charm
It was a slip of nature. The snow that was forecast was only rain. She went out and looked at a few good places she wanted to hike, not sure where would be the best. The wind went right through her light jacket, and soon she wished to have worn more layers. It became a bit painful as she worked her way back to her car, when she came face to face with a doe. Both were caught off guard and stood in amazement before the doe bounded off, tail raised in alarm. She thanked the deer for the experience and worked her way down a series of switchbacks to get to the parking. Seeing a trail heading at a steeper angle she tried to follow it until she came to a drop off that was almost vertical. The shrubs and brambles formed a barrier to stop one, least they take a plunge over the cliff. She looked back to where she had started and returned to the start of the trail.
A friend had asked her to offer a blessing for her, since she was thousands of miles away, and she added this to her passion thanking the land for such a wonderful time. By the time she made it back to her car she was shaking and shivering, the temperature had fallen rapidly. Snow began to fall in the form of tiny ice crystals. The wind picked up and rocked her car as she headed back toward town. A friend called and asked if she wanted to go to a museum and at first she was hesitant, but felt an inside activity would beat the weather. As she drove north the snow became little feathers, covering all it landed on. They met in the parking and ran into the building to beat the weather. It was nice to see a small crowd, and they headed for the permanent collection. A selection of artistic greats greeted them taking them into a different realm from the cold outside. At the end of the day, she had many stories to share with her friend of her adventures out on the prairie. Her happiness was carried on a frigid prairie breeze.