We’d had snow before… Forecasted and expected, causing hordes of people to flock to grocery shops, exciting all the youngsters as we all whispered, “Nine inches!“… But that snow only dusted the ground and melted quickly.
When the snow came, it came through the night, softly, silently. I slept as soundly as if the falling flakes carried sleep-inducing spells. Waking up to go to the gym with Rodger, I stepped outside the door to find a world of pure white. Snow. It had come at last.
When the snow comes, it’s a joy, a challenge, and a headache. The joy is in snow’s rarity, its transforming power, and its delicacy. The challenge is de-icing your car (especially when the snow is a surprise!) and driving not into curbs and medians. The headache is when snow comes on a morning you’re set to distribute 328 flyers over 46 acres for work.
But even flyer distribution in the snow is fun because I got to see every inch of these fortress grounds transformed by white. Each surface wears snow differently, in the same fashion that no two women wear a dress the same way. The flat-topped bushes are strong enough to hold inches on top, while the elegant old trees’ branches slope downward and avoid such a load. Sidewalks, curbs, personal belongings and imperfections in the grass are all hidden under a perfect, glistening blanket.
When the snow came, it was a surprise… But I’ll never complain when beauty shows up in the morning un-called for.
