Christmas Eve (3:44 a.m) … and Magic

~ Live & Learn

And Lindsay captures it wonderfully in her photo above and in her post titled “Snow Falling” – while I sit here in darkness, early this morning, watching snow fall on Christmas Eve:

“There is something absolutely magical about snow falling. I am always in awe of the eerie silence that falls around the house as it lightly touches down on our roof and the ground around us. I love how from somewhere it picks up little hints of light so it resembles glitter falling all around you…It was magnificent. It was glorious to be able to lean up against the window and just watch the big flakes fall luxuriously down around us. Something about snow makes me feel like a little kid all over again.”

Inspired by: “—light snow, silence, the empty streets, the fog, thrilling cold—so much beauty. Like breathing pure oxygen.” ~ Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

 

32 thoughts on “Christmas Eve (3:44 a.m) … and Magic”

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  6. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    SNOW FALLING …’…It was magnificent. It was glorious to be able to lean up against the window and just watch the big flakes fall luxuriously down around us. Something about snow makes me feel like a little kid all over again.” … A MAGICAL WORLD!!

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  8. There is no snow falling here at the foot of the Rockies. Just a Chinook that has blown in from the west, sweeping warm air down from the mountains, across the city.

    And still, silence falls. Calm descends and the wonder and awe of Christmas embraces us all.

    May you and yours be filled with the wonder and awe of this special time of year.

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  9. There is a wonderful sense of calm in watching snowfall, especially at night. Our snow is nearly gone and we barely qualify as a White Christmas, alas…
    Merry Christmas to you and your family, David! xoxo

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          4. Your comment/share reminded me of:

            Everything about Dad felt like déjà vu. I would see an object and feel inexplicably pulled towards it. A pair of brown leather shoes at the back of his closet, for example, worn soft and in need of resoling. I didn’t remember them exactly, but my body did. I’d shut the closet door and hold them in the dark, cradling them in my arms.

            ~ Katya Apekina, The Deeper the Water the Uglier the Fish (Two Dollar Radio. September 17, 2018)

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          5. Beautiful…
            It’s been five years since in lost my dad and so many things remind me of him. He so loved Christmas and family gatherings… I miss his naked beans cooking in my house over night so that they’ll be ready for the brunch Mick prepared Christmas morning (brunch taken over by my son…) 💖💞

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  11. Ah, the magic of snow falling and “sticking”! Just once at Christmas I’d love to be cozy w/ loved ones in a log cabin with a crackling fire..the cabin situated along a river or a lake. another thought arriving a few days before Christmas without snow going to sleep on Christmas Eve to wake up to a magical blanket of snow and hot cocoa and fresh baked cinnamon rolls!

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      1. Ah, parallel dreams…You didn’t mention any thought of my “sticking” statement- it is disappointing when the snow doesn’t stick or it sticks and melts within 1/2 an hour! The grading of snowflakes size & rate of falling in my mind has a correlation to it stickin’ or not and the humidity and temperature and the air aloft. Big, beautiful fluffy oatmeal type flakes always stick! Merry Christmas…We have clean new flannel sheets on the bed I better go to sleep now…

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