A new beginning…
February 3, 2010
It’s snowing. That is the first statement on my brand new blog. It’s snowing. How perfectly lovely. In my mid 30′s, well past the age of snow days, hot chocolate with marshmallows and sledding down hills that seem much larger climbing up than sliding down, I still get excited about snow. And by excited I mean overcome with childish exuberance. To the point of embarrassment. Seriously.
The drive home from work tonight was slow, but of course I didn’t mind. After all, it’s snowing. My favorite snow driving hobby is to put on the high beams so the snow is illuminated, coming at me like I have just commanded Scotty to go to Warp Factor 3. I could also spend hours sitting under street lights watching the lovely fluff cascade past the golden light. When I had a 3rd floor office with a huge wall of windows I would fix my eye to one single flake and watch it fall gracefully down as long as my eyes could strain to see it. I love snow.
Tonight I decided to drive past my favorite park, a hidden quiet corner of my world, where I could listen to the solemn hush that only comes with a good snowfall. I roll down the window and turn off the engine. I shiver as the heat from the cars interior quickly dissipates and my breath becomes plumes of steam. The world is calm, quiet and at peace at least in this small corner, at least for this moment. Some distant memory picks at the back of my brain, something about snow and harness bells. Then I remember and smile. An old Robert Frost poem I used to love but hadn’t thought of in years - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I recited it aloud, from memory, surprised at the ease with which the words came. The last line, “And miles to go before I sleep” ended and I chuckled to my self wondering if I had waxed poetic for my own benefit, or for the benefit of the trees.
