The first snowfall of winter will not pass by without notice from me this year. The overwhelming details that are the noise and landscape of the city melt into a hushed whisper, a white blanket. Calm finally wins the battle against chaos. This calmness should inspire me to be mindful, mature, even reflective. But instead, I am naughty. I call in sick. There should be guilt, but I grow bolder! I pick up the kids early. A complete education requires an initiation of the senses, I tell them. They are skeptical, but game.
We drive out to the forest that I know in my heart but rarely see with my eyes. When I finally hear the crunch of the snow under my boots, I know that I have chosen this day correctly. The deeper we go along the path, the quieter the kids get. The snow speaks to them, too. She takes off her gloves to feel the green moss on a tree without saying a word. He gets in close to a Balsam Fir and takes a deep breath. My heart grows warmer in the cold.
Balsam Fir is a bolt of forest fragrance that calms at all times of the year. The evergreen notes of fir, pine, spruce and cedarwood complement base notes of moss, musk, and sandalwood.