Snow.
Why do we love or hate it? I always feel a kinship when I see a fellow traveler's eyes light up at the prospect of a storm! But of course that's all woven into your personal fabric by experience.
Snow in my childhood - if it was bad enough - meant that our two-room schoolhouse closed down. It also meant building snowmen, having snowball fights, building forts, playing snow tag and sledding on Kliney's hill if you had older brothers and sisters to take you there. The airborne zing of taking an icy bump as you sped down the long slope provided all the inner heat you needed to stay warm despite frozen mittens and toes that suffered inside rubber boots!
But now, I most love the silence of a big snow.
Here in the noisy suburbs, the snow slowly shuts down all activities, one by one, and there is just a solemn quiet.
And just for a little while, you can be still.
And try not to think about all the shoveling to follow!
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