Here I am staring out the window today, watching the snow come down, almost a foot so far. The kids are at their friends, and are now staying the night because it is too slick to drive back.. The wife, who is an EMT calls and says she can't make it back, so will work an extra shift until the roads get better. Myself, my work for the day is done so I ponder out the window..
The snow brings back a lot of memories, and many of them involve food. Remembering when I was a child and coming in on a snowy day with my mother waiting with a cup of hot chocolate, followed by a dinner of hot chicken soup to scare away the remaining cold.
Moving on to my adult life, I remember many a time in college, walking back from school during a miserable snow storm to get home and find my roommates concocting hot toddies and other such liquid delights.
I then think about my current life. Watching the kids come in the house applecheeked from the snow, sitting down and repeating the ritual I enjoyed: sipping hot chocolate.
Kind of gives you a nice warm feeling, which is good because now, I am off to shovel...