The Snow Doesn't Give a Soft White Damn Whom It Touches

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.

 Until we meet again,

 Angie