Seattle experienced a Snowpocalypse a couple weeks ago, and after seeing all of my friends from home post seemingly endless photos of the buckets of snow and all the fun they were having playing in it, I’m not ashamed to admit that I was experiencing some snow-envy. Snow is such a rare occurrence in Seattle, so to miss out on it, especially when there was not a snowflake in sight here in Holland, was more than enough to put me in a sour mood.
Until today! It began snowing sometime around 8:30am, very lightly, and all morning I watched it snow more and more intensely out my window. By noon, the sidewalks and streets were completely white and Junior Mint-sized clumps of snow were falling steadily from the heavens.
I took a two-minute jaunt to the grocery store and it was like walking through a low-grade blizzard, flakes swirling all around, getting caught in my eyelashes and forming nice little piles on my shoulders and the top of my hat. I haven’t seen snow like this in quite a while, and I discovered today that in this context, absence makes the heart forget how magical snow is. It’s one of the lovelier meteorological phenomena, and I’m glad that I experience it so seldom that I continue to be enchanted by it whenever I do experience it.
But now that I’ve shaken all of the snow off me, I’m going to curl up under a blanket next to the heater with a cup of tea and watch a couple episodes of Twin Peaks. The lazy weekend is starting early. Happy Friday, peeps!