Squeaky winter boots and warm memories

It is cold and snowy and the idea of going outside makes me shiver. But as my granddaughter and I put our winter gear on, doublecheck the backpack...yes, lunch and spare hat and gloves are there...I realized that even though it's gray outside, it is beautiful. We loaded up in the car to get her to school and just the sound of our boots crunching in the snow was kind of funny. I don't know why, it just was. Maybe it reminded me of being a small child and truly sensing the world around me. Hearing new sounds, squeaking wet boots joining the orchestra of dozens of other wet boots to create a new song. The song of winter.