The snow globe
As we pull into Tuxedo along the Ramapo River, two Canada geese float by. They are oblivious to the fact that they should have flown south for the winter, but then again maybe this is their idea of south. The river rocks are snow-covered and the sun is just peeking over the hills. The geese are staring at their reflection in the swirling river, enjoying their own company, I think. Speaking for myself, the seasonal changes are one of the many reasons I live in the Upper Delaware River Valley. Days like this only confirm my decision. The “snow birds” of our valley will miss days like today, but maybe they are reading this in their sandals by the pool, with warm memories revived by the shake of a snow globe.