Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and a Merry Christmas this past weekend. Here where I'm located we actually had our first "White Christmas" in, I'm told, 17 years. Nothing like a light dusting of snow to help heighten the holiday cheer. Makes it a little cozier and for some reason the food tastes even better. Don't know why, but it does. Also makes Bing Crosby's song that much more enjoyable.
THEN yesterday that light cozy dusting reproduced itself into almost a foot of chilly snow. It blanketed everything, shut down back roads, and closed half the stores in town. My family and I thought it would be good to take advantage of our first true snow experience of the year. We decided to go for a short winter walk to the store for coffee and groceries before the sun went down.
So bundled up in thick coats and boots (I had on dress shoes. I'd regret that later) the six of us headed out down the snow covered road. The thought that we may have slightly underestimated the friendly weather came to mind as we turned the corner of our street and the wind picked up and the snow deepened. Despite this realization it didn't stop me from pursuing my own interest... in a snow ball fight. Meg, who was way ahead and leaving us literally in the "dust" soon felt the wrath of my perfectly aimed snowball. Right in the back of her hooded head. Surprisingly she wasn't terribly thrilled by this and returned an inaccurate version of her own. Riding the wave of confidence I had from my sniper shot just a minute before I decided to catch her attempt and deliver it right back. However, the ground had better things in mind as I slipped around in some kind of circular motion with at least three limbs stretched out as far as they could go and then landed on one them. My hand definitely hurt but I'm not sure if it counted as an official "fall" however I'm sure Meg took that as a win. Apparently Karma works just as well in the snow as anywhere else.
The plot thickened a little as we saw a car pull a 180 in the middle of the road, at the store the cashier gasped as a truck mistook the entrance to the store as, well, not the entrance to the store, AND on the way back my mom stumbled on a curb hidden by ice, Meg, Mikayla, and Katie all slipped at some point, and my stepdad demonstrated an impressive collapse in the middle of the street. He was okay though. And no groceries were damaged in the performance.
We all returned home surprisingly uninjured. Though with red cheeks and ice imbedded in our eyebrows and hair, while also wearing the remains of snow balls from the mutiny I started not long after the journey began. We didn't go out anymore after that. But I tell ya, our late breakfast was incredible.
Douglas E. Draper Jr. is an award-winning artist from Salisbury, Maryland. He received his Bachelor of Fine Arts from the Maryland Institute, College of Art and his work has been exhibited throughout Manhattan, Brooklyn, Annapolis, Baltimore and various other cities and galleries. His fine art and illustrative work can be seen from such publishers as Moonstone Books, Top Shelf, Desperado, IDW, and many others.