When Grandpa got up with the rising sun, he did not expect that the front door wouldn’t open. Neither the back. He knew it was going to be a difficult day. But for some, it would be exactly the opposite.
He tip-toed into Jenny’s room and gently shook her to waken her from dreamland. She half-opened her eyes and stretched every inch of her small body.
“Good morning, Grandpa,” she whispered.
“There’s a surprise outside your window,” he smiled.
She jumped out of bed and looked outside.
Everything was white. An impeccable white blanket had covered everything as far as she could see. It was snowing all night and it continued to do so now. They were snowed in.
Grandpa was concerned because they were somewhat isolated in the village and their resources were scarce. He was planning to go into town today, had the weather permitted it. But few things in life usually go according to plan.
Jenny was excited; she was jumping up and down and rushing to put on warm clothes in order to run outside. It was freezing, but enthusiasm always keeps you warm.
“Come on Grandpa, let’s go build a snowman!” she called as she tried to open the door.
The old man used a shovel, back-aching and almost sweating in the sub-zero temperatures, striving to open the door.
When he succeeded the little girl ran outside and dived into the snow.
There wasn’t much he could do anyway. He just had to wait for assistance. So they might as well have some fun in the meantime.
Snow beautifies everything. It is nature’s magic that fills your soul with wonder.