I remember reading this anecdote in an old Readers Digest once about a young man from somewhere in Africa coming to study in America. While in US he encountered snow for the first time and was completely enamored by it, shyly remarking to his lecturer (the one who wrote and submitted the story) that he wrote a poem about snow. Anyway, it then turned out to be a particularly brutal winter and the punchline was that before long, he told the same lecturer that he threw away the poem. Before coming to the US myself, a friend of mine (who had traveled extensively) told me something similar, warning me that snow is great for about five minutes and then its just really annoying.
To these and all who agree with them I say "Bah! Humbug!"
|It's so fluffy!!|
Snow is awesome! I loved it from the moment the first moment I stepped out into the snowy air and I love it still, even though I'm writing this with an aching back from shoveling snow off the driveway. On my first morning in Reno I walked barefoot in the snow (not 20 miles to school but still) and my love of snow has not cooled to this day. I love the way it falls like fluff from the heavens, I love the crunchiness of it under my feet. I loved how trying to catch a snowflake on my tongue made me forget that I'm a grownup. I love the clean serenity of a snow covered landscape and how it can transform even the most mundane piece of scenery into a wonderland. I love touching it and the soft popping noise a snowflake makes when it hits my skin. I think snow is amazing.
Now I know that this may all change one day and that there is a chance that I won't always feel so lyrical about the cold white beauty of snow. That day has not arrived yet though and for now the snow makes me feel warm inside. I have always had a deep and abiding love of winter cold and all the wonderful things it brings - the warm clothes, the delicious stews and warm drinks - and snow was just the thing that made my winter perfect.
|Me, being dashing in the snow! (Yes, I really am that awesome)|