I felt a lot like Lorelei Gilmore this morning. As I took my
walk at RVC, I could smell snow in the air. Silly concept, but dead on today.
We are experiencing the first snowfall of the year. People
are being overly dramatic as to the amounts, which is said to be 6-10 inches by
the time it is all said and done. So what? We live in the Midwest, kids. Snow
is a given. Please learn how to drive in this. Don’t be a fool.
I have this giddy feeling inside with the snow. Driving home
from the store was the best kind of beautiful. I think when you drive and the
snow is coming at you, creating kind of a magical vision, it is an amazing
thing. I also stood outside, watching the flakes fall around me, smiling at the
whiteness enveloping my hair. Snow is something magnificent. I hope it covers
every piece of ugliness out there, coating the ground with something pure. A
clean slate, if you will.
I am snuggled up in my apartment, watching the snow fall out
the patio door. The trees are already beginning to coat with their first fleece
blanket of the year. I am looking forward to going out tomorrow and taking the
first snowy pictures of the season. Last year, I went to Rock Cut, and the
pictures I took made me smile.
Some facts I know about snow? How about this one: Snow is
actually not white. The complex structure of snow crystals results in tiny
surfaces from which light is reflected. What little sunlight is absorbed by
snow is absorbed uniformly over the wavelengths of visible light, which gives
snow its white appearance. Incredible, isn’t it? How about all snowflakes have
6 sides?
We can ski, sled, walk on snowshoes, ice skate, make snow
angels, snowball fights….
We can be indoors with hot chocolate, hot toddies, hot apple
cider, bake cookies, sit by the fireplace…
We can wear those warm snuggly sweaters, curl up with a
blankie and a good book…
Hoodies, gloves, hats, winter coats with the Eskimo fur
hoods…
If we are lucky, there might be someone to snuggle with.
Nothing, NOTHING is more magical that Christmas snow.
So, embrace it. Don’t hate it. Part of the four seasons. We
must have snow for the rebirth of everything else. If you hate it, move. I
choose to give snow a chance. I want to let out the little kid with the goofy
grin and let her run free in it, coming in with wet mittens, and rosy cheeks.
