After sitting through another Dallas Stars loss on Saturday afternoon, then dealing with some ugly DART rail aftermath (wet bottom caused by a previous rider who spilled their drink - I hope), I had decided to make mom's hamburger soup. There is no real recipe for the soup - it was something she threw together and quite honestly was very delicious on cold days.
For whatever reason, I lost all energy I had in the morning and was tremendously sluggish in getting anything else done. However, I did manage to get the potatoes peeled and the soup on the stove. The outside was very cold and in some areas, there were some snow flurries.
The last time I ran the dogs outside for their final potty before heading to bed, the outside air was tremendously chilly and biting. During our walk, I began to feel something hitting my face. While the dogs were sniffing for what other messages had been left behind, I began to realize that it was snowing. I stood there for a few moments just watching the simple beauty of the flakes swirling down from the sky.
There was a certain beauty of seeing the flakes slowly float to the ground. Heavy snow flurries are beautiful when viewed from inside a warm home. However, this held somewhat of a magical spell, similar to what you might see in the movies.
I walked the dogs home quickly since Chloe was visibly cold. Still, I really enjoyed getting to savor that moment of watching the flakes just float in the air.
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