Our first snow arrived earlier this week but was short-lived. The ground is all clear, the air icy cold, while we wait for the next round of snow to appear. Clouds are moving in but glorious patches of blue remain like parfait.
Is this the sky speaking before the storm arrives? We shall see. The forecast keeps changing and I fear I shall yet be disappointed.
I love the snow. That, in spite of the fact I once spent 10 hours snow bound on Interstate 5 between Seattle and Renton. That’s love, yes? Of course it does make for a good story (another time perhaps) but my favorite snow memories are more wonderful. Such as that day many years ago when ….
I walked across the campus in the falling snow. It was my first day of college and I was giddy with joy. After working almost five years after high school, I had saved up some money, quit my job, and moved to Bellingham to attend Western Washington University. I made my way past Old Main dressed in blue jeans and jacket, the fresh snow crunching under my boots. Oh the adventure!
The university catalog would be my tour guide and I reveled in choosing the places I would go, the people I would meet, the things I would see! The Byzantine Empire. Dostoyevsky and The Underground Man. Astronomy, complete with roof top views of Jupiter’s moons and Saturn’s rings. I still couldn’t believe I could arrange my schedule as I liked, take whatever I wanted, and still have time to read for hours in the library or break with friends over coffee. So this was school. Where had I been? The snow only completed the picture, adding to the magic.
Snow! Perhaps it triggers some memories in you too?