When we woke up this morning, the bright light coming through the closed curtains made me wonder. "I think it snowed," I said to Ramon. "No," he said, disbelieving. I swept the curtains aside, and sure enough, everything outside was dusted in white. I brought Rafael over to the window in his knit jammies, and he stared, smiling. He didn't know what snow is, but he knew that the world outside looked different, and he seemed excited about it.
After breakfast, we layered up and took our morning walk with the dogs in the woods. The forest road looked like frosted carrot cake, all orange and white. Rafael had his traditional apple....I've discovered that it keeps him happy on our walks, gnawing on or even just holding an apple. He was quiet, looking at the trees and leaves. He gets so meditative and still that you have to tickle him or scratch his head to get him to smile for the camera.
The snow melted by the end of the day, but it was beautiful while it lasted. And I thought to myself, I wish all people loved fall and winter like I do, and didn't complain about the cold. That would be so nice.