The first snow of the season is here!!! I just can’t NOT sing the fun song from White Christmas that begins with the title of this post. Such a great movie with terrific songs!
I truly do love the snow. I feel guilty about loving it because so many ladies up here suffer from near-depression symptoms because of it. It seems worse than insensitive to revel in the wonder of the season when I know others are gritting their teeth for a long couple of months.
But then, I survive wretched summer after summer. And it is good to celebrate the beauty we see. So, I will just revel here—privately, as the case may be.
Snow is magical to me. I love how bright the night is because of all the reflected light. I get caught up in the falling flakes when I stand and look straight up. It is like being in a star-storm, with shooting stars all around. The softness with which snow falls is so very peaceful to me, too. White stuff can cover the land, and not make a sound. It makes the dusty tired brown landscape instantly clean and pure. Snow can simultaneously be vast in its scope—smoothing the land all the way to the mountains--while insulating and making cozy my small world.
I really delight in snow! But we can keep the depths of my joy secret for only here, ok?