More Snow

Once again it has snowed in the town that "NEVER sees snow".

It has snowed all day- large clumpy snow, then small soft globs, almost like hail.

This will have been our third significant snow for the season. The snow really is beautiful as it falls. I like the large clumpy flakes best, it is as though the Gods are having a pillow fight and the pillow contents are fluttering down to earth.

I have decided that snow is a living thing.

When it is born, it is so fresh and light, and brings much joy to so many, especially the young and young at heart. Many can not help but stare at it in wonderment, oohing and arrhing, and wondering about its future...will it still be there in the morning? How long will it stick around? Will it cause much destruction? How high will the snow pile grow?

Once it stops falling, we are left with the reality of it - a messy mass, that won't clean up after itself, quick enough.

Then later on, as it dies, the once crisp, once white, once fluffy snow- so pliable, enchanting and delightful in our hands- turns grey, and kind of decays into a slushy, muddy, repulsive slop. It is not fun anymore and we wish it would soak into the ground so our lives can return to normal.

As I look out at the pretty snow falling in such fascinating and erractic swirls, I can't help but think it unfortunte that many, myself included, will be cursing natures little gift - the life of snow.