I know this is unpopular to some but I love the snow. I love going for walks with huge flakes falling down all around me. I love to see the kids sledding at the hill by my house. The same hill I used to slide down myself. I love being the first person to walk through a field of snow leaving my sole tracks as evidence that I was first to cover some uncharted area. I love sitting inside watching it come down like my picture glass window is a giant TV tuned to one of the most relaxing channels I had ever seen.
There is a certain calmness that comes in a Minnesota winter where everything just slows down. You rediscover books; remember how good it is to be warm, how comforting it is to drink wine with loved ones by a fire.
Everyone’s cars become the same color of muck and ice.
You lose the pretentious admit piles of clothes, big jackets, mittens and hats. Like everyone enters a cocoon preparing for the unveiling of butterflies in the spring.
It teaches me patients. It reminds me to prepare.
You see the best of the community come out and shovel for one another. You see strangers help push each other’s cars out of ruts. You actually see people help other across icy streets.
I hope in the midst of all the rushing that happens through the next few months I remember these things and take time to stop and smell the snow.
3 comments:
I always loved the first snow, its the snow that falls late in the winter (February or March) that sucks.
come here to Calgary... its been snowing for over a week now. you'd love it!
I live in Michigan, where we get our fair share of snow as well and I love it! I think the way that you explained it is great because too many people complain about it, but it just provides an instant sense of comfort for me. Thank you for a great post.
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