I open my weather app and scroll down until it refreshes, checking over and over again until I see the snowflakes symbol appear for eight o’clock the next evening. I dance the little dance I do when I am excited, which basically entails jumping up and down, running in place, and flailing my arms around. I don’t expect anything more than I have already seen, but still – snow has a magical effect on my soul.
I leave work early as I have no experience driving in it and the last time it snowed the streets resembled a post-apocalyptic world in which I just do not belong. No lie — I wouldn’t make it.
I glance out the window like I check the time. Then it starts…slowly, then all at once. (Ref. John Greene, [ahem]). My eyes widen, my heart expands, and my joy in the most rawest of forms explode out of me. Gold shimmering colors dance around my body and although the snow means cold, I am warm.
We’re leaving the grocery store and the snow has now covered the streets. There it is, that magic. It can turn the ugliest of scenery into a serene & beautiful wonderland. The air is probably more dry, but everything is so clean and crisp, I feel as if I can breathe better than ever. It’s beautiful and I don’t want it to stop.
We make ourselves dinner and finish a movie. It’s late…reaching midnight, but it’s all just beginning. I look out the window and it’s a vast glorious snowfall. We were expecting 1-3 inches at most but 6 inches have already landed on our fence and now…I’m giddy and curious and I just want to – I tell Alex, ” I want to go out there.” He doesn’t want the snow to fall from the gate, it’s too beautiful but “I want to play”, I tell him. That’s all he needed. Snow gear up baby!
Fresh, untouched snow is one of my favorite things in the entire world. I love being the first to walk in it. It’s so perfect and leaving my mark on it feels like what I imagine having a child is like or being the first to do anything. It’s a feeling I relish in by slowly dropping my foot in the 6 inches of intricate and one of a kind formations, or slowly falling backwards on a freezing cloud and feeling like my heart stopped in the best way possible, and then making a snow angel. I’m alive, I’m free, and I’m present in a way that only the wonders of nature can provide me.
We walk around. We have a snowball fight, make a small snowman, play with a dog…actually, have you ever seen a dog in the snow? They love it and besides it being the cutest darn thing you have ever seen, it’s a joy and pleasure that is so unapologetic and pure and it’s impossible to not ignite a warmth inside of your heart. I feel that I am a dog when it comes to the snow. I want to run & roll around in it, I want it on my nose to lick, I never want to leave it and my head bows when I finally have to go back inside to warm up with a cup of tea.
The next day is still as splendid. The whole city basically shut down and I don’t have to go to work. I open the blinds and it’s like the scene in a movie where they open the door to the ‘afterlife’ and the room is flooded with the brightest warm light. I would be lying if I didn’t make the angel/halo sound in my head. I eat a big breakfast and am still laying in bed at 11 am in the middle of the week. Glorious.
We go for a walk, and the snow height has grown. It’s up to my knees and I squeel! This is amaaaaazing! We walk down the neighborhood, in the middle of the street. We see a boy building a snowman, a couple pulling their child in a clothing bin, and the colorful lights someone has strung on their fence reflects off the sparking snow and it melts my heart to snowy dreams. We walk past a fallen pine branch and our face saddens, but I would bathe in its scent. We’re at the entrance of the park that doubles as a frisbee golf course and a majestic forest filled with sequoias. I feel like I walked into one of my YA fantasy novels and I would most certainly meet a talking deer that would become my best friend. It was silent and completely at peace with every. single. thing.