A light dusting of snow sparkles on the boardwalk leading to the seashore. There are no tracks yet. It’s still early.
But despite clear blue skies, it’s no day to be at the beach. A cold December wind has blown in. Is winter finally here? Christmas is just around the corner. Perhaps the beach walkers are shopping in the malls these days instead of strolling along the shoreline.
Spray is blowing from the crests of waves at sea. These spindrifts are considered by mariners to be indicators of gale force winds. Just looking at them is enough to make you shiver.
Later in the season, spindrifts of sand and snow will blow from the crests of dunes on the beach. We’ll slowly drift into winter one snowflake at a time until our snowshovels runneth over.
If only we could approach the holidays as we approach the seasons: slowly, one sparkle at a time… with no rushing and no deadlines, enjoying each moment and peacefully trusting that everything will come together eventually.
I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day. We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year. As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into the holidays–let them overtake me unexpectedly–waking up some fine morning and suddenly saying to myself: ‘Why this is Christmas Day!’
~ Ray Stannard Baker