For the first time this winter, the soothsayers meteorologists are predicting snow overnight, as soon as the sun sets. I always squee at the first snows of the season, as there are entire years when it is just too warm. It would surely accumulate at the moment if it were cold enough, as it is raining fairly heavily, the awning fabric damp with the precipitation, our panoramic hillside view obscured by sheets of water, the parking lot covered by rivulets of the stuff seeking its own level.
I’m always a kid when it does snow, whether it’s after watching it for a few hours out of the living room window, or waking up to see that familiar stark blue-white glow of daylight hitting the blinding ice crystals. I always, always, have to put on a pair of gloves and warm shoes or boots, and wander outside to touch it, step in it, and play with it for a few minutes. I’m usually in my jammies during such times, and I quickly get cold enough to have to run back inside.
I suppose if I lived in a different climate where snow became old-hat, common, and drearily, stubbornly present during this time of year, I might not find it so amusing. As it is, once I’ve had my fun, it becomes routine to dress for the adverse weather. But I always spend more time than usual admiring it out the window, than I do if it were merely raining, even unusually heavily as it is today. I notice that I also like to gaze for a long time in the early summer when the deciduous foliage is fresh, green, and nearly vibrating out of the visual spectrum with its rich shades of color.
I just wanted to remark on the remarkable weather. And I know I can trust bojack.org with the latest on the not-news regarding snow. I laughed when they started making snarky commentary about the way the local media treats any accumulation, no matter how minute, of snow. They always over-exaggerate to the point of ridiculousness. It amuses me.