I don’t think I will ever lose the pure sense of excitement I get when I am surrounded by snow — especially freshly fallen snow, or snowflakes falling in action. For many people, snow is a nuisance from an everyday logistical perspective. I do see its annoyances, such as snow forming into ice, getting slushy and gritty brown snow on the roads after cars make their mark, scraping and shoveling snow from walkways and cars, etc. It may also come every year without fail, just as the moon orbits the earth like clockwork. Since this was not a yearly seasonal event for the bulk of my life, I truly appreciate snow as much as a wide-eyed tourist appreciates the Golden Gate Bridge when visiting San Francisco for the first time.
[outside my project apartment at 7:00AM today]
I woke up a couple of times this week in PA, got ready, opened my apartment door without thinking about the outdoor conditions, and then discovered that snow covered practically everything. The moment I got to see that, I felt a genuine tinge of giddiness. It was great. I even smiled to myself like a moron. Honestly, I was slightly disappointed that I had to go to work instead of play outside. I was deprived of making snow angels and snowmen through my childhood days, but I settled by scraping the three inches of snow off the project car without slipping and falling over.
Thanks for this great post, I really enjoyed it.