Sunday, January 3, 2010
Snow in this metro? Be still my heart!
I had been waiting for it for a year: the tapping of water dripping from faucets. It had finally gotten cold enough to worry with freezing pipes. While this is not an uncommon occurrence, one must take into consideration I am significantly further south while at school, so coming home to actual winter-y weather made my heart skip a beat. Now it had dropped to a mere 19-degrees, and I was unsure of what to do with myself. However, I knew what the forecasts had planned for Thursday, January 7: snow. There is something about this time of year that warms me, though my hands may be cold to the touch.
I had lost all hope for snow. It was as if the skies were teasing me--clouded skies, but no moisture. Then it happened: sleet. The icy death-rain began stabbing the ground as if to say, "Take that, dirt!" (Which, usually, I would encourage, however thought it rather inappropriate and rude. Sleet, why must you be so mean?) The sleet finally died down, and my eyes grew wide, as, right outside my window, snow began to fall. Snow! Real snow! Or, the more-ice-less-fluff Georgians call snow.
It did not stay long, and only left small remnants of its journey tucked in corners of the yard or on the rails of the porch, but I did not mind. I was just happy to see snow. My one wish was to see snow before I had to go back to school--I know I will never see any there. This was my miracle.
Luckily for me, my joy and dancing was not held in contempt through my brother's efforts for too long. Later in the night, more snow began to fall, and this time, faster and harder than earlier in the day. The best part was it was actually sticking to the ground. As of this moment, we have an amazing white gift in our yard.
There is just something about snow that makes me so happy. Now, I can wear my super-soft pajamas and go to sleep and pray it is there when I wake up in the morning.