Adam and I were able to take a quick trip back to Syracuse
last weekend. As can be expected of central New York in January, temperatures
were close to zero and snow covered every stretch of nature to be seen. Despite
the bitter cold we were able to hit the snow shoe trails with my dad and the
three dogs. At outset, my fingers were numbed to the bone, but once we got
going the blood started rushing, circling in my abdomen and sending warmth to
the extremities. It’s hard to explain the beauty that surrounded us. There is
no other way to describe it besides saying that it felt like witnessing magic. Gusts
of wind would knock snowfall from the trees, and it looked like a million tiny stars
raining down. The quietness, the stillness…it was breathtaking.
The indoors felt just as magical. A warm haven of love. The
older I get the more and more I appreciate my parent’s home. It’s full of good
taste – not too fancy, but elegant and rustic. From light fixtures, to wedding
gifts hanging on the wall, I love the little details all around. Above everything,
I enjoy how lived in of a home it is. In every nook you can feel the years, the lives of
three children, dogs, and two parents who love each other. Both my mom and my
dad have their hobbies. My father paints, draws, and builds models while my mom
is an avid gardener and reader. As a result the place is full of books, plants,
paint brushes – you name it. The environment that all of it creates is so comforting to me. I peruse through and sometimes pick out a book to borrow. I guess you could say I feel at home. I can't help but think, "what precious little moments..."
