These past days have been specially challenging- weather-wise. Temperatures are hanging around 12 degrees (that's Fahrenheit, mind you) so yes, quite a bit below freezing. I always have four layers of clothing on top (inner shirt, button-down shirt, sweater, jacket) and three below (ok, do we need to get into that?). If it gets any colder, mobility will start becoming an issue.
I take issue with the cold but not the snow. This is our third winter (not counting winters from previous business trips) but I am still caught up in the magic of watching snow fall. I have even learned to distingush the different types. There are the ones that look like minced styropore, there's the cotton ball variety, and the wet 'shaved ice' kind. (I just realized that statement is depressing: I just compared snow-- so pure and natural -- to industrial age by-products). It may be floating, blowing with the wind, or coming down in torrents: Part of me wants to stand in the middle of it, spread my arms and look skyward (cue movie shot). It is always exhilirating and I hope the novelty of it never wears off.
On the other hand, continuous snow fall leads to accumulation. Accumulation that you makes walking a delicate balancing act, that needs to be scrape off the windshield, that wheels get stuck in. And as it melts, the pure white slowly turns gray/ash before becoming an brownish muckish eyesore.
The silver lining? Snow melting signals spring. And grass, flowers, trees. And warm weather...
... and the oppressive heat of the sun beating down. Pollen and allergies. Bugs.
Eternal discontent: It's a wonderful thing.
2 comments:
Sorry, had to comment due to my occasional perfect grammar syndrome...
"Accumulation that you makes walking a delicate balancing act, that needs to be scrape off the windshield"?
i'm speed writing now, remember? =)
i agree though-- it grates to read it : 'to be scrape off'
humbug.
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