Sunday, January 22, 2012

Snow Glow


When we were all kids, nothing could be more wonderful than a snow day. Well, maybe two snow days. It's of course a nightmare for parents who have to get help with your kids. If you live in Seattle, though, you probably can't get to work either. LA people will then call you sissies. That's coming from the city that has five-hundred car accidents every time it rains.
The landscape doesn't change more than when it is covered with snow. Trees are lined with white, lawns and roads become soft and inviting carpets of joy. Everyday objects are covered with the stuff like blankets. The jaunts of animals are etched for all to see.

I am loathe to trample the smooth perfection of a clean blanket of snow. Once I get started though, I lose control of my hands as they are nothing more than catalysts for snow's instinctual desire to form balls and leap into flight. Some of the balls mature and grow large on a random walk across the yard then stack one on top of another before acquiring vegetables, sticks, and designer accessories.


As much as a snow day can raise the spirits, a snow night is an atmosphere to relish. When the sky is overcast, the reflective ground cover shines light into the clouds. A soft glow seems to cover the whole city, and objects in unlit corners of the neighborhood become visible at night. More light than a full moon. A delightful end to a delightful day.

Sooner or later heat and sun to liberate those water molecules from their interlocked lattices. The glow disappears, we get back to work. Enter the slush.

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