We get pretty excited about snow around here, as it is a fairly infrequent treat. After breakfast the snow started falling gently to the ground, slowly building until you could see nothing but white. There is something so peaceful and quiet about the snow.
After my classes the boys and I took a walk to go to the lovely sledding hill at their school. There were kids all around. All were basking in the magic that is infrequent snow. Squeals of delight filled the air as little girls and boys slid down the hills in saucers, sleds. One even had the lid to a plastic bin.
Even with their joy-filled sounds surrounding me, there was still a quiet, a stillness, a beauty in the silence of the snow, even their squeals of elation, muffled with the white, fluffy surrounding snow. I couldn't help but think how yogic it was in that moment.....the fury of activity while at the core a stillness, a stability, quiet.