Snow.
What's your favorite thing about it? Your favorite thing to do in it? Your favorite memory in relation to it.
What's your favorite thing about it? Your favorite thing to do in it? Your favorite memory in relation to it.
I asked this question
because I was freaking stranded in SLC for a week because it wouldn't stop
snowing. That, and I had forgotten it was my turn so hadn't given a topic a
single thought in weeks.
I love the snow. I mean
love. Love that's up there with chocolate and crepes and really cheesy, bad
movies and long, hot baths and long conversations with old friends and... Do
you get the idea? I'm not a skier or a snowboarder or a do much of anything
"in" the snow person. Though I do love cross-country skiing, I
haven't done it in ages but boy, I loved it (no, not as much as snow. Or
chocolate. Or... I need a bigger vocabulary of like words). Sledding is fun
though I haven't done that since high school either. And snowmobiling (that was
probably jr. high). Mostly, I love the snow but I HATE being cold. So even
snowball fights and making snowmen take a lot to get me out there.
I think my thing is how
it just covers the world in a blanket of pure perfection. It hides the dirt and
the weeds and the garbage and the muck and buries it in its glistening shimmer
of clean white. It makes the ugliest of ugly beautiful. And immediately the atmosphere
is peaceful and serene. I love the sound after a freshly fallen snow. The way
even the silence is amplified by it.
That it can kill you in
an instant is something else entirely. Also, when it turns to brown,
plowed/shoveled snow (or yellow! The horror!), it's time for it to melt and
move on.
I used to dream of living in a small village in Alaska where it was covered in feet of snow for most of the year and that was just how life was. Being so used to it, walking down the street in it wasn't a punishing chore but just something you did. (There may not be anywhere in Alaska like that, I have no idea. Now my dream is just to visit there someday.)
I used to dream of living in a small village in Alaska where it was covered in feet of snow for most of the year and that was just how life was. Being so used to it, walking down the street in it wasn't a punishing chore but just something you did. (There may not be anywhere in Alaska like that, I have no idea. Now my dream is just to visit there someday.)
During a snowstorm,
sitting near a window, in front of a small fire with a cup of hot cocoa,
reading a book - there just can't be a better way to spend one's time. Unless
it's stuck in your car at the top of a hill your friend dares you go down then
at the last minute you both realize that if you go down it, you'll NEVER get
back up and so you spend HOURS trying to figure out how to get out of the rut
you've got yourself in just to find out that all you have to do is drive down
the damn hill and you'll easily get back up. That's always been one of my
favorite things to do in the snow.
And this year I have found
some other ways to enjoy the snow - through my (INSANE) toddler. We've done
snow angels, made snowmen, had snowball fights, stayed out in the dark until we
were both near-numb from the cold and just had all sorts of fun in the snow. I
look forward to a million more snowstorms and finding all sorts of things to do
in them.
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