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| Posted: 05 Dec 2009 08:18 PM PST At times, my friends and I realize that we’re in the most boring part of the United States – the Midwest. With nothing to do in this small town, no places to go, no one to see, we begin to show hatred for the unforgiving rows and rows of corn that line this state. We can’t always experience the thin grains of sand melting between our toes as a swift breeze rolls across the vast beach. Deep within the backs of our minds we know that we have a simple oasis of our own that no tropical coastline can compare to – snow. I can’t help but feel sorry for those who live in areas that will never see snow. Snow is something else, something other-worldly. It’s majestic crystals fly from the sky to greet you with a comfortable everlasting warmth. My words may have a cliché tone to them, but I can’t help it. I was looking at the weather today and the first snow shower is headed our way tomorrow. Snow showers bring the promise of accumulation, which could always lead to a snow day. I remember when I was younger I would wake up in the morning on a school day to realize that I had slept in quite a lot, seeing as my mom hadn’t woken me up. I would look out the window to witness a vast, endless array of white serenity drifting into a deep horizon. Carter and I live in a neighborhood that’s intertwined with the golf course. When it snows, the entire golf course with all of its mountainous terrain is engulfed in a blanket. This makes for perfect sledding conditions. Once again, I show no mercy for those who dwell in the coastal planes, basking in the year-round warmth. They will never hear the cool whisper of a blanket of fresh precipitation, or know the feeling of sliding effortlessly down a slippery tundra. They will never experience the feeling of calmness and silent joy, or the sense of irreplaceable happiness when staring into the cold jaws of the long, white abyss that dances before them. They will never experience the mighty, modest awesomeness of snow.
I felt a bit compelled to write this post after reading that there was a promise of snow in the forecast tomorrow. Do you prefer a hot beach, or a cold, snowy tundra? Posted in Funny      |
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