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Small Town Morning

04 Feb

It snowed more than 32 inches over the past 24 hours.   I step out into the sunless early morning to a muted white landscape.  It’s so quiet, even my own sounds don’t propagate far.  My snowboots don’t make a sound in the fresh powder.  The scent of woodsmoke fills the air.

My walk to the post office to pick up yesterday’s mail will take me across the two-lane state highway and the center of town.  I see that the road is already getting congested with skiers and snowboarders heading up from the cities.  None of the sidewalks are clear so I have to walk on the edge of the roadway.

Leaving the highway, I turn down First Street.  I peer into the co-op to see if it’s open yet.  The lights are off and the sign in front says “closed”, but I can see steam accumulating on the inside of the windows.  I know someone is in the back kitchen baking scones and muffins.

I continue to the other edge of town where the post office is. The air here has a different scent of woodsmoke.  It smells like fine tobacco being smoked in a pipe.   One thing I love about this town is the variety of wood that is burned in stoves and fireplaces.  Each block has a different scent.

I pickup my junk mail and deposit my Netflix DVD into the mail slot.  I contemplate taking a different route back home, but decide I want to pass the co-op again to see if it is open.  The idea of a fresh baked muffin sounds so appetizing.

I walk up First Street and peer into the co-op windows.  Yes!  The lights are on and the sign says “open”.  I ask the clerk if there are any muffins yet.  Just then a women carrying a tray of fresh baked chocolate covered raspberry scones emerges from the back, answering my question.  She puts the scones into the display case and tells me about all of the other baked goods in there.  It was a tough choice, but I settled on the banana cranberry, peach muffin, a large one.

Outside, I break off the crispy top part and begin nibbling on it as I walk up the road.  The bottom part of the muffin is steaming.

The highway has even more cars on it now.  Although the traffic is only crawling along, nobody wants to stop to let me cross.  Finally I just go for it, forcing the issue.

Looking up at the Divide as I walk west, I see the sun is shining.  It won’t be long before it’s sunny here.

Back at home, I make some Earl Grey tea and finish my muffin.  I look out the window, between the houses, and see the traffic is stopped dead on the highway.  I’m content not to be in that mess.

 
 

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  1. Dave

    February 4, 2012 at 1:11 pm

    Very nice. I was hoping for pictures, but this is great. Mental pictures. 🙂

     
    • randyg

      February 4, 2012 at 2:55 pm

      Thanks. It was a conscious decision to not take photos. Very few books I read have photos and when they do, the photo often doesn’t resemble the way my minds eye sees things. Besides I can’t take photos of quietness or scents. 🙂

      I realize this is contrary to what blogs are supposed to contain.

       
  2. Kate

    February 4, 2012 at 5:18 pm

    I was wondering if I’d see a post like this. As much as I dislike snow, the aftermath of a big snowstorm in the mountains is incredibly beautiful … if you’re not driving in it, that is 🙂

    Also, I’m jealous of your muffin and tea 🙂

     
    • randyg

      February 6, 2012 at 9:35 am

      I don’t even mind driving in it, as long as nobody else is. 🙂

      Next time you come for a visit, we’ll go over to the co-op and I’ll buy you a large muffin and we’ll come back here and I will present you with my Tea Menu.

       
  3. Rob

    February 4, 2012 at 8:02 pm

    Sounds like a lovely day. Something to truly savor. I envy you the accumulation; we got four, maybe five, inches here. Points further west got nothing.

    This will make you laugh, certainly, but I’m hoping for a major storm to hit us sometime before May…

     
    • randyg

      February 6, 2012 at 9:31 am

      Maybe the gods listened to you guys. I recall a lot of whining after the last winter. 😉

       
  4. Liz

    February 4, 2012 at 10:21 pm

    Thought about you when I saw the news about Denver’s snowfall!

    Could almost smell that wood, and taste your muffin,:)

    Liz.

     
    • randyg

      February 6, 2012 at 9:32 am

      Yeah, I guess news of the Denver snowfall made it around. I’m surprised it was that newsworthy. 🙂

       
 
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