This weekend, winter storm Jonas visited us. We collected 32 inches of snow and while the roads are looking clean (albeit with mountains of snow on all sides), our schools haven’t resumed yet. Which means, we are still on a snow break that started on Friday last.
I love the snow. Apart from the beauty of it, or the fun of it, I just plain like living in a place where the fluffy stuff visits me and messes my schedule up in the blink of an eye. Although it means I have to clean, dig and drive on frozen roads, I still love it. In my family, we miss it terribly when its late, like it was this year. Sometimes, on rare occasions, when the husband and I talk relocating, places that don’t get natural snow are the first to get crossed off the list.
Many of my friends have labeled me weird because of that. My wrists are often in supports through winter and my back doesn’t do so good either, but still, what’s this infatuation with snow?
I wonder too. Have I lost it? What keeps me wanting this extra hardship?
I think it’s about seeing the human spirit shine through. It’s seeing how humans can make the best of situations that are less than optimum. It’s seeing tiny tots running out to make ice marbles so the storm can freeze them in time. It’s seeing how humans can adapt to nature and celebrate it to the fullest. It’s seeing neighbors rushing to each others aid each year, and over and over again.
It’s also about appreciating the good because I’ve been through the not-so-good. It’s waiting through the cold and the freeze that makes the first blooms of Crocus in spring so wonderfully heart warming. It’s driving on icy, snow-constricted roads that make me appreciate the open and dry six-lanes come spring. I like snowy winters because it makes me welcome the warming up like I’ve never felt warm before.
I also like my life being put on hold at nature’s whim. It makes me understand my place in the universe. It also sometimes forces me into unplanned breaks like this one. Yes, I’ve not written much these past five days, but building igloos with my daughter like it would win us the “Building of the year” award? Priceless!