I know everyone that gets snow and snow and more snow, it is hard to love it. But we get it so rarely and this is a beautiful one, thick, fluffy flakes and in Memphis when it snows this much the city shuts down and not only is it beautiful; it is quiet.
Truly a special moment. On my way home from getting some gas, I took a bypass off the main route and went through one of my favorite areas of Memphis. One with a very old public golf course surrounded by old trees and stately mansions. I was the only one on the street except for one man walking his dog. The snow was just so heavy and quiet and the only sound was the wind in the trees. It was just beginning to get dark. The houses looked like small Christmas villages with all the lights aglow and everyone home safe and warm. It was breathtaking and reminded me of one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
You don't want to be out driving.
