Last Friday, I puttered about after work–picked up the room, prepared materials for this week, chatted with my colleagues. Dark descended (which isn’t saying much since the sun set at 4:02 pm), and before I knew it, it was 6 pm. I gathered up my things, said goodbye to my one remaining colleague, and rushed out the door.
As I burst out of the building, I was startled to see that it had started to snow. I stopped.
“Oh, it’s snowing!” I called out, not sure if I was talking to myself or to my friend.
I stepped out into the cold, dark night and smiled, delighted by the unexpected scene. The parking lot lights shone on the few remaining cars. Above the lights, the skies were dark and appeared empty, but within their cone of light, auras of snowflakes glowed. The wet, dirty parking lot was transformed. I watched the flakes appear as their paths took them from darkness into the light. Magical. I stood, transfixed, watching the spectacle. Twisting, turning, sparkling, falling. A grace of snow.
After a moment, I started toward my car, a new buoyancy in my step, and began singing,
“Oh the weather outside is frightful,
but the fire is so delightful.
And since we’ve no place to go…
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let is snow!”
I continued singing all the way across the parking lot. It occurred to me that someone else might be out there, might hear me singing, but I didn’t really care. It was the end of a long week, the snow was a vision of wonder, and I was heading home. It was definitely a night for singing.
“Well, it doesn’t show signs of stopping,
And I’ve brought some corn for popping.
The lights are turned way down low.
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!”
Let it snow! And today let it melt. It warms my Arizona heart to hear the dripping off our roof and see the snow piles along the driveway shrink. And sing away! At a certain age, which I’ve reached, who cares if others wonder about me! As Frank Sinatra sings, I gotta be me!
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With winter stretching ahead of us, I’d rather see the snow last than the dreaded melt and freeze cycle. Ugh! Here’s hoping for a white Christmas and lots more singing!
Snow really is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? I mean, once it’s on the ground and dirty and slushy and slippy I get frustrated – and by February it’s really old – but the thing of it is that snow is just lovely. I’m so glad this moment of beauty caught you off-guard and made you burst into song!
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Snowfalls always wow me, even late in winter (or early in spring) when I’m ready for green, green, green! I often try to imagine what it would be like to see snow falling for the first time. It’s been such a constant in my life that I can’t recall that experience. There’s something eternally fresh and magical about snow…transformative really.