It occurred to me a few days ago that I have never in my life wished for warmer weather. I have sometimes wished I were warmer when I didn’t dress for cold weather, but never that the outside temps were warmer. I like the cold. I like snow.
I love snow.
Sunday we got the first real snow of the season, 6". Enough to finally cover the grass and put white icing on all the trees. Heaven. I love the way the snow muffled the noise while I was outside. There seemed to be more quiet. Monday, on my way home, I went farther out of my way than necessary in order to get to my favorite back road and see it completely snow-covered as I drove along enjoying the view.
I love the way no two snowfalls are the same. The landscape is different as each snowflake is different and as each of us are different. Snow is a reason for me to celebrate and look at my world in a new way.
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Yesterday, I was talking to an IT troubleshooter in the Philappines. After she asked about the weather here, she said she wished she could see snow sometime. Whenever I bump into someone who's never seen snow I'm a little jolted that someone could have missed something that's always been such a large part of my life. Poor Sods.
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