The Strange Phenomenon Of Yellow Snow
During the night a blanket of snow fell across the Texas plains, as I slumbered warm and cozy under my covers.
Snow in Texas is a rare phenomena indeed, so imagine my surprise opening the front door that crisp morning, as I gazed into the deep white abyss which lay quietly across my yard. It was perfect. Picture postcard perfect.
I was quickly driven back to reality by a gust of sub-zero wind, and barely managed to get my dogs out to do their business. They grumbled and grunted, but finally tip-toed through the frosty serenity to peruse their urgent and private matters. In a matter of minutes, my snow, yes it was my snow, was quickly re-decorated without a backward glance from my inconsiderate hounds.
Throughout the day, in and out they went, dutifully doing their business, as I sullenly watched. The picture perfect postcard in my mind slowly whirled and faded away, until the colors melted into a meaningless blur.
At bedtime, as I let the dogs out for their final trek, my former dreamscape was dotted and dimpled with paw prints and yellowed reminders of calls to mother nature. A dozen circles of amber zigzagged across the former glittery wonderland. Its radiant beauty was long gone. The unsoiled dreamscape had vanished, before I had taken the time to enjoy it. I sighed.
But then, something occurred to me as I drifted off into a memory. Perhaps those yellow stains had more meaning than I had realized.
Each of them might represent the mistakes I had made in the past. Perhaps an unreturned call from a friend, maybe an un-mailed birthday card. A forgotten lunch date, or a promise swept aside.
As I lay under my warm and cozy covers that night, bit by bit the fabric of my life began to unravel.
I dug deeper into my past, shoveling the snow into the far corners of my mind, until I was down to the cold bare earth. It was a lonely place. That wasn’t where I wanted to be.
I had to make things right. I had to become a better person, a stronger person, a more positive person. I must always be there for my friends, and family, and even my neighbors, and not dwell on the negative. Or those haunting yellow stains.
I may have blemishes from my past, their yellowed pages long forgotten in my mind, like the ones dotting the yard. But I would learn from them, and my future will be better, and brighter, like the resplendent beauty that had awaited me at sunrise.
The next morning, as was our routine, I bravely opened the front door to let my companions out, bracing myself for another cold blast. Instead, what lay before me took my breath away.
Once again, a fresh blanket of snow had fallen. The yellow snow was gone, my yard was embellished with a new layer of glittering wonder. The sunlight danced amongst the snowflakes, sending prisms of color shooting into the morning sky. My picture perfect postcard was back.
It was a new day. A day to start fresh, along with that perfect layer of glistening snow. A new chance to be a better person.
~ Shelley Madden ~
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Copyright © 2011
Shelley Madden is a short story author who resides in Wise County, Texas.
She enjoys raising poultry and ponies on her small farm.
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