Snow

Ahhhh, good ol' snowy snow that ever snowed with extreme snowness. I absolutely LOOOOOVE it. All my fond memories of it, the tough outlook it imparted into my life, and the people I would share my love with at any given chance. Granted, I do have a few dark memories around it (like the time my old step monster made me and my sister walk in it without proper winter gear to protect us), but I've refused to allow those moments to ruin the magic that frosty weather holds for me.

I remember when it was just me, my sister, and todd (my dad, and no, I will not capitalize his name). We'd grab the wheelbarrow, trek it all the way to cutting site where todd was using his chainsaw to hack up the trees he had felled, and we'd load up that wheelbarrow with wood to take back to the house. We'd be at it for hours, perhaps even all day (I don't quite remember, but basically a long-ass time). Afterwards, it was warmed cocoa and marshmallows along with a Christmas movie or two (I always treasured A Christmas Carol, with Patrick Stewart, and Dr. Seuss' version of How the Grinch Stole Christmas). Later on, after todd married my step monster and I acquired a step sister, she joined my sister and me in helping with the haul of winter firewood. I remember her complaining and hating it all the time, and I just couldn't relate to her feelings at all. We lived in a thick, pine tree forest that looked like a gorgeous winter wonderland with every cycle of the season. I only ever fell in love with it every single time, that is until the step monster insisted on moving away from todd's 3 acres of land and into a goddamned, itty bitty suburb in town.

I had access to other winter activities which always illuminated my life in ways that reminded me of the "warmth that's coming from inside," to quote a Skeleton Jack. I really relished every opportunity we got to travel out to a friend of todd's who owned a decent sized farm because it meant the opportunity to snowmobile for any amount of time we desired. It was such a blast! Even more so, there was a place right outside our minuscule town where there was a significantly sized hill that one could sled down repeatedly. It was a completely open space where other kids came to go sledding, and I remember my sister and I taking turns giving each other a push down the hill until we got tired and were ready to head home.

Of course, I always considered it my first birthday gift of the day if it snowed on my birthday, and I would always go out to make a snow angel or two. The winter season was always an exciting thing for me because of that, in addition to all the other things I thought looked beautiful in a wintry setting. I especially loved bridges and bodies of water, frozen over and sparkling with a twinkle that made me feel like the world was smiling at me. I never want to forget that feeling, it's one of a couple early positive feelings that I hold onto fiercely. It's why I can't identify with folks' misery during the winter, even if I have been homeless, and despite my very real struggles I've faced in adulthood. Winter time will always help me remember my inner kiddo, and I will always cherish that kind of memory. The only regret I have is not ever having the opportunity to participate in a proper snowball fight, but perhaps that could change someday. I'll never rule it out, no matter how old I get.

Tonight I played hacky sack in the snow. It was the most marvelous thing.

Today I was walking to the library, and I actually took time to notice what was around me. Normally, I'm just concerned about getting out of the cold. Anyway, what i noticed was the snow.

It was no longer the fresh stark white snow, but it wasn't the nasty black slush either. It was a nice in between color. It reminded me of cookies and creme ice creme. It even had little dark spots in it for cookies.

so clean and pure...

i wish it would rain

There's something so peaceful, so serene, so amazing...

The sound of snow falling.

Where there is no wind, just the elegant free fall of flakes from the frost ridden forever long firmament.

I wish I could sit in the yard, with but the moon lighting my scene, where I can listen to their sounds, to the howling of wind through their unique shape as the land on top of one another gracefully.

I love snow.

there's so much snow! lol. and now that it's melting and refreezing...well i don't walk to well on a smooth, flat, clear path...i trip on my own feet. so woo hoo did i ice skate in my tennies today! :o)

I love taking walks in the perfect snow... the heavy fall in silence as the woods that you walk through slowly pass around you. Your smiling at your friend that you're taking a walk with as the two of you discuss life and the happenings therein. That slow snowfall that kills you to think that it won't last for any long period of time before some gust of wind will ruin it. At least then you get to camp out in his arms.

The snow just keeps falling, drifting, ending up in snow drifts to the waist or higher.

I want to run and jump into it.

I want to throw a snowball.

I want to have a snow fight.

But no one wants to join me, and it's no fun to play in the snow alone.