Several years ago my friend Vivian and I were walking and talking about the beauty of the snowflakes that were falling on and around us. We discussed how much we loved snow when we were growing up and shared some of the adventures we had. We talked about how magical it was to make Snow Angels on pristine snow and how it was a shame that we were too old to do that now. Then, we stopped and looked directly at each other. In what was our usual fashion we burst out with the identical phrase, "We can do it if we want to!". Then we planned our adventure.
Two weeks later our chance came. We practically ran to the area we had chosen. It was an open space near the Caldwell Road Tim Hortons. Because we walked so early in the morning there were no footprints to mar the perfection of the snow. We carefully walked to the area we had chosen, lay down next to each other, and giggling like children, made our Snow Angels. We then helped each other up, brushed the snow off and laughingly admired our creations.
We had been so focused on our fun that it didn't occur to us that we were being observed. As we made our way to Tim Hortons for our usual hot drinks and chat there were a lot of smiling faces pressed up to the windows. We then entered the shop to a large crowd exclaiming how enjoyable it was to observe our antics. Someone even paid for our drinks.
We got to our regular table and settled in for a nice chat. We both marveled at how much we, and others, enjoyed what had transpired. I knew then that I would always treasure this lovely snow memory.
Two weeks later our chance came. We practically ran to the area we had chosen. It was an open space near the Caldwell Road Tim Hortons. Because we walked so early in the morning there were no footprints to mar the perfection of the snow. We carefully walked to the area we had chosen, lay down next to each other, and giggling like children, made our Snow Angels. We then helped each other up, brushed the snow off and laughingly admired our creations.
We had been so focused on our fun that it didn't occur to us that we were being observed. As we made our way to Tim Hortons for our usual hot drinks and chat there were a lot of smiling faces pressed up to the windows. We then entered the shop to a large crowd exclaiming how enjoyable it was to observe our antics. Someone even paid for our drinks.
We got to our regular table and settled in for a nice chat. We both marveled at how much we, and others, enjoyed what had transpired. I knew then that I would always treasure this lovely snow memory.
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