Waiting for snow to fall is a favorite meditation moment for me. I find it impossible not to be fully present for these events. Standing outside and watching the sky grey and the clouds swirl. The world quiets as is if it’s listening for the first flake to fall, holding its breath in anticipation of the dance that is about to commence. That quiet stillness brings clarity and calm.
The air changes, too. The crisp, dry air sits against my skin. It is fresh. At my sleeves and neck the warmth of my body held in by jacket mixes with the cool and tingly air. It almost feels like it’s buzzing with excitement for the snow to begin.
Time feels like it stops in this moment. It could drag on forever and still be over too quickly. This time is an exhale like the moment you crawl into bed just before pulling up the blanket. It is the world preparing to sleep.
I find myself following the example of the world. Falling into the quiet. I exhale and pause. In this moment there is nothing but the waiting for the blanket of snow. Nothing but the crisp air against my skin.