Digging deep into my memory this morning I was able to come up with some strong feelings about those days of living in Michigan and experiencing the different phases of a snowy day. From the freshly fallen snow to the matted down leftover frozen ground snow.

While watching a show on television they had a picture of a snow-covered yard somewhere in Minnesota. Immediately my mind rolled back 30-40-50 years to days of my youth of snow-covered days. The cold, the smell, the way the tire tracks were almost like ice.

I think of the freshly fallen snow, like powder. We would get 10-12 inches and then we would go out and play in it. Not the kind of snow that you make a snowman, just the kind that finds a way into places it is NOT supposed to be and places you do not WANT it to be. Like over the top of your boots and into the boot itself. Or under the bottm of your glove and into the palm of your hands. COLD!

I can remember frozen fingers on my gloves, the tips were just frozen, icy. The bottoms of your jeans would get a crust of ice, right where the top of your boot, your socks and skin all came together. That ice would seem to migrate into areas that were unprotected, bringing a sensation that is hard to describe.

Sometimes memories come from the most unusual places.