At one intersection, as I waited for the green light, more validating lyrics including “it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” came on. I also had time to snap this picture (pic 4) of some trees on the opposite side of the road and whose branches puffed, drooped and arched by the weight of the white powder. It looked as if the trees were prostrating in front of Nature's king. By this time, the sights outside and the sounds inside had already soothed my nostalgia and lifted my spirits. The same distinctive feelings, mood and memories of this wonderful time of the year had repeated their annual pilgrimage to my meditative soul. It was like taking a potent antidote for a chronic ailment and the healing had already started.
Again it was hard because it was the championship game and we lost. But the parents and players agreed that it had been a great season. At the same time, and at least for me, a greater season has started with the snow, the mood and the music all heralding the beginning of The Season.