Sunday, October 30, 2011

a white october.

The view from my front door.
It snowed yesterday.

Before I continue, let me say: I've been in snowfall before, but it was a light dust that seemed to almost stop before it really started. It was junior year of high school and I was with a group of about 30 north of Sacramento for a retreat. We were eating breakfast on the last day when the flakes began to fall, and we ran outside with excitement and wonder. (And I also snapped a really great photo of Laura that she says she still remembers.)

The first thing people told me about winters in the east coast was that it would be freezing and there would be snow. My Californian friends expressed worry; other non-Californians laughed prematurely at what they predicted would be horror. But I won't lie: yesterday was kind of thrilling.

You know that scene from Gilmore Girls when Lorelai wakes up in the middle of the night because she can smell the snow? She drags Luke outside for the first snowfall of the season. "It's just my favorite time of the year. The whole world changes color," she says. "Flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals - whatever form it comes in, I'll take it. We got back, snow and me. We have a beautiful history."

I don't have a "beautiful history" with snow. When I was younger, my parents used to take my sister and me up toward Tahoe to build snowpeople and play in the already-fallen snow. When I was three or four, my parents plopped me in the snow and I began to sink. I cried and wailed, and rather than save me, they filmed it for my future embarrassment. Snow and me? Not so friendly.

But yesterday, I rode up the escalator out of TJ Maxx and had to squint. Was that slow-falling rain? What was happening?

Snow.

It was like a scene from a movie, as I exited the department store to a flurry of snow. I looked around, wondering where the ringing bells and Starbucks holiday cups were. It was too early for this to be the first snowfall of the season, but here it was, and I was caught outside in it like a dream.

I'm sure I'll grow to hate it when it starts to interfere with my workday commute or general well-being, but yesterday was--at the risk of sounding cheesy--magical. Just look at Melissa's photos - you'll see what I mean.

It's sunny today, though still cold, but I'm looking forward to those flakes again. "Welcome, friends," Lorelai says as the snow begins to fall. Come back soon.

1 comment:

  1. It's supposedly due to snow in Dublin soon, though there are no signs of it. We'll see :-)

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