I have a number of readers in climates where snow is nonexistant or rare.
This is my gift of the season to you.
Part of my front yard
It's only the start of winter (although winter doesn't start for another few days), as my flower garden sleeps.
But more than that, it makes me realize how nothing is permanent; that many things last for only a short time. That snow for example. It may well be melting in the next couple of days.
I watch the decline of my mother in law and know that, one day, it may be me.
Is time running out? Have I done all I can do in this world?
It has stirred up strong emotions in me; emotions so strong I couldn't believe some of them.
And that is part of life, too.