Saturday, November 28, 2009


Yesterday was the first snowfall of the year here, not including the one about a month and a half ago that melted before it had a chance at touch the earth. And for the first time in probably my entire life, the first thought that came to mind when I looked out the window and saw the crisp blanket of white was not eff you Mother Nature! My first though was wow. That's beautiful. I have always had a bitter-sweet love towards snow and winter, hating the cold but loving the beauty and memories that spark when you see the first snow fall on the year. But usually the bitter over powers the sweet and I just feel miserable towards it. But not this time. I was actually very excited and couldn't wait to go outside. I love it when you walk in the snow and the side walk is perfectly clean and not a single soul had placed their print in on the white canvas. Walking and leaving my tracks made me feel powerful in a weird way, knowing I was the first one to touch millions and millions of beautifully formed crystals of ice, the only one since snowfall to pass by that point. As I walked I looked back at my tracks and noticed that the snow was the perfect consistency to hold every single groove in the bottom of my boot and I could perfectly see the outline of a heart on the toes half of my print with a little running RocketDog in the center. When I was on my way back to my house down the same side walk, in noticed two more sets of tracks, one of a human, the other of a dog and even in the crisp winter air I felt a sense of warmth. Knowing that someone else, just moments ago, walked along the same path, in the same fresh air, in the same first fallen snow as I just had. When I reached my house I could feel the warmth and realized that my body had began to cool a bit while I was out, and was now starting to regain heat, and I discovered I loved that feeling too. it's a very cozy feeling, and a feeling o accomplishment. And that re-warming sensation brings so many thoughts and old memories to mind, thinking of all the times before when I have felt like this and how it always followed a great time with amazing people.
So this winter I have decided that I am not going to complain about the snow. I am going to accept and appreciate it and instead look at all the good in it. I think it will keep me happier over the winter and teach me to be more appreciative.