I have mixed feelings about snow.
A while back on this blog, I spoke of the first snow of the season and how I’d never outgrow dashing outside, twirling around with my arms outstretched, and my tongue stuck out to catch the first snowflakes. That’s absolutely true. There’s no denying that snow is beautiful. And I love that aspect…there’s just things I don’t like about it as well, causing me to have mixed feelings about the fluffy white stuff. Especially as I’ve gotten older.
Snow has a purpose. It’s moisture in the winter and we need it. And I’m thankful (particularly from that perspective) when we get it. And it makes for great sledding, snowball fights, and creative snow men and snow women. However, as I’ve gotten older, the relationship between snow and myself has become a bit cold. From snow’s perspective, I guess I’ve become a fair weather friend. I want it when I want it and never when I have to travel any distance in it. I know, I know. So mature! But there–I said it. Snow has lost some of its appeal.
I do have to clarify that I still dream of being able to go to a place where it’s snowy enough (at Christmas time, of course) to take a horse-drawn sleigh ride. At least once in my life, I’d like to do that. And that can’t happen without lots of the stuff. Seriously, I need to make up my mind, don’t I?
I’m no snow scientist or meteorologist. But as I understand it, snow just isn’t the beautiful white substance we perceive. It’s all about photons and light and how it encounters objects and bounces. I even read once that snow is mostly air. Hmph! All I can say is that no matter how it we perceive it, that “white” air that collects on the ground can sure be more tricky to drive in that the supposed clear stuff.
But, if we’re all healthy, no where we’re obligated to go, and we’re warm and snug inside … then let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
May the beauty of God’s creation — no matter what the season — bless you. Even if it’s icky to drive in. =)