Life is Good

Flash Fiction

Life is Good

Standing at the front window watching the snow fall. We’d just gotten the last snow-stuff under control at our house, and it was snowing again. I’d grown up in Florida, if it snowed there, we would have called it magic! After almost eight years in Massachusetts, I didn’t think of it as magic anymore, it was work, cold work…

It was a job work day for Bob, so I knew I would be the one shoveling here. I don’t mind the shoveling, just the cold. I have many winter coats. I kept buying new ones hoping they would be warmer. Gloves, another issue. You can get wonderfully warm gloves, but usually if they are warm enough, you keep dropping the snow shovel... I often wonder if it’s different if you grew up in snow country. Learn the ways early sort of. Too late for me…

Just as this thought made me giggle at myself, I heard the noise. Somebody finally coming down the stairs. Over the top of the rail, I saw a pile of blonde hair, bumping up and down as five-year-old Randy came down, dragging something behind him. I could tell by the noise it was his snowsuit. Then he saw me.

“Mom!” he yelled, as if I was a mile away, “It snowed again! Let’s go outside!”

“Breakfast first,” I said, much to his disappointment, but then I guess his stomach told him it was a good idea. He ran into the kitchen.

Well, I thought as I looked out at the snow, there are some things about the snow that I do like. It’s quiet, and very beautiful, and once the work is done it has another delight. A lovely exciting play day with a five-year-old who doesn’t have school today. Life is good.