I definitely don’t enjoy shoveling or driving in it.

But I do enjoy running and walking in it.

My buddy Caleb also enjoys playing in the fresh white snow.

One of his favorite things in the world is to tunnel head first in it.

Maybe it’s a hereditary thing. Corgis are very fox-like and one thing that foxes like to do is to tunnel in the snow in search of prey—primarily field mice, I believe—that are hiding underneath of it.

I have yet to see Caleb come up with a mouse. But that has yet to stop him from foraging head-first in the white stuff.

It is something that I am grateful for because the sight of it never fails to crack me up.

Some of the other things that I enjoy about running and walking in the snow are:

*It brightens the landscape during a dark time of the year. This is especially helpful on evening walks and runs during the winter, when snow on the ground makes it much easier to see where you’re going.

*It gives us a chance to be a trailblazer by being the first one to make tracks in it. Maybe it’s because I’ve always had a thing for explorers, but I’ve always enjoyed the feeling of going where no one has gone before.

*It gives the landscape a fresh new look during a time of year when it often is drab and barren.

After an especially rough patch of winter, a fresh white snow feels like the fresh start that God gives us through his unconditional forgiveness:

“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.”

This weekend’s fresh snow felt like a special gift because a little over a week earlier I nearly lost my buddy in the dark. Since then I’ve been keeping a tighter hold on Caleb’s leash and giving him more time to play in the snow.