Sense of Wonder

It snowed a bit last week. Not too much, but more than just a dusting. 

In the morning, when C and I were walking to the bus stop, our driveway was completely covered in a thin layer of snow - and just for a moment, I grimly thought about needing to clear it, and how I could get some exercise doing it (instead of, say, going for a walk in the park).

And then... And then I looked at it a little closer.

I believe our driveway has seen some action through the night.

 

I see a squirrel. Maybe fox. Definitely deer. There may have been a rabbit in the mix, too (I know I saw one hanging out under a tree behind our house - it must have left paw prints somewhere!).

Was the fox tracking the deer? Or going after the squirrels? Or maybe (hopefully) hunting the rabbit?

This has made my morning - and brought back happy memories from childhood. I never went hunting (and neither did my parents) - but I loved roaming in the nearby forests and fields. I loved trying to identify and follow prints.

It has snowed more since then. It is also way below freezing, and the snow is crunching and crackling under my feet.

Isn't it amazing, that simply looking around and allowing the sense of wonder to take hold can provide such a burst of happiness?

Dear Reader: what is wonder for you?