"He made the moon to mark the seasons the sun knows its time for setting."
Psalm 104:19 ESV
It's late winter...
Psalm 104:19 ESV
It's late winter...
The year is fast coming to its close. In fact, snow was expected later this evening, and it has now begun to fall. We may get an inch, which isn't very much. But it’s a start to what will be another long New York winter. And I'm ready.
Snow! I have many good memories of it growing up in the Bronx, which is one of New York City's five boroughs. As a kid I would play outdoors in the snow, often for hours at a time. For me, the snow represents fun, freedom, and adventure.
Being a hyperactive child who had difficulty being still, the streets and the snow offered excitement. Snowball fights with friends, riding my sled down nearby snow filled hills, and trying to walk through foot deep snow all offered fun ways to burn off energy.
So whenever it snowed, as long as I didn't have to go to school, off I went. My mother made sure I was properly dressed to include gloves, a woolen watch cap, a scarf to wrap around my neck, and a pair of warm winter boots.
Bounding out the front door of our sixth-floor apartment, I'd run down the stairs and into the street. I stayed out as long as possible. And when I came home cold and wet, my mom had a cup of hot cocoa awaiting.
I've many good memories of New York City's winters, and watching the snow fall from the sky brings it all back. Those bitterly cold winter months were, for me, a time to enter my own Winter Wonderland, but friends were always welcome to join me.
D.B.
Snow! I have many good memories of it growing up in the Bronx, which is one of New York City's five boroughs. As a kid I would play outdoors in the snow, often for hours at a time. For me, the snow represents fun, freedom, and adventure.
Being a hyperactive child who had difficulty being still, the streets and the snow offered excitement. Snowball fights with friends, riding my sled down nearby snow filled hills, and trying to walk through foot deep snow all offered fun ways to burn off energy.
So whenever it snowed, as long as I didn't have to go to school, off I went. My mother made sure I was properly dressed to include gloves, a woolen watch cap, a scarf to wrap around my neck, and a pair of warm winter boots.
Bounding out the front door of our sixth-floor apartment, I'd run down the stairs and into the street. I stayed out as long as possible. And when I came home cold and wet, my mom had a cup of hot cocoa awaiting.
I've many good memories of New York City's winters, and watching the snow fall from the sky brings it all back. Those bitterly cold winter months were, for me, a time to enter my own Winter Wonderland, but friends were always welcome to join me.
D.B.