In Connecticut, you can sense a heavy snowfall when you first open your eyes. Before the blinds are up, there is something different about the muted light that filters through the unopened blinds. There is a silence all around that a ground with out snow, lacks. Inches of fresh snow absorb and muffle all sound creating a quiet so dense, you can feel it. If the window should be cracked, one can detect a scent of cleanliness to the smell that only fresh snow emanates.

When the curtains are opened, and the new white world spreads endlessly.

That is the time we would run to the radio to see if we would have a day of sleigh riding and snowman building.  We relied on the radio in the early 60’s to give us our school district closures.

Those mornings of bundling into snowsuits, dragging sleds or ice skates from the garage, hours of snow activity; then hot chocolate or soup at afternoons end are so bittersweet in my memory.