I love snow. I absolutely adore snow. I get little-kid giddy when it snows. In fact, I think I turn into a little kid when it snows. To me, snow is proof God has a sense of humor.
I live in North Central Texas, and it does snow a little bit here, but not enough for me. Maybe that’s why I still love the stuff after all these years: because it doesn’t come often enough for me to grow tired of it.
If the weather forecast contains even the slightest possibility of snow, I’m sitting by a window, looking out, hoping, praying. Please let it snow. And as soon as the first flake falls, I’m gearing up to go out, and I stay out until my legs and arms are so cold I can barely feel them. That’s how much I love snow.
Why do I love snow so much?
I love snow because it brings out the kid in me-and a lot of other people. Snow is the only weather you can play with. You might be able to play in the rain, but you can’t do much with the rainwater.
But with snow, well, there’s almost no end to the things you can do with snow. And that’s one of the reasons I love it. I love getting in the snow, touching it, holding it, walking in it.
I love snow so much that when I walk around my neighborhood when it’s snowing or after a snow, I let all the kids throw their snowballs at me. It makes me laugh, and I love seeing them have as much fun as I am.
I love snow angels, plopping myself down in the snow head to toe, and then having the amazing angel image after I get up. That’s just too cool.
One of my favorite things about snow is to watch it fall at night, with a light in the background. I love how the snowflakes look when they fall-it’s almost like slow motion-floating back and forth, so calm and peaceful as they make their way to the ground. The light in the background illuminates the flakes so I can really see them as they fall.
Another reason I love snow: I love the way everything looks when covered by snow. Wide open expanses of white with nothing breaking it up say elegance to me. Then I like to walk in it, look back and see the indentations of my footprints. I love the crunchy sound snow makes when I walk on it.
I love making snowmen, snowwomen, snowballs, snow forts, snow caves, and any other thing you can actually make with snow.
I love to stick out my tongue and catch snowflakes on it. If I lived near a hill and had a sled, or a saucer, or even a cafeteria-style tray, I’d be sliding down that hill all day long, until there wasn’t enough snow left to slide on.
All I can say is, I love snow. If you’re ever looking for me when it’s snowing in my neck of the woods, look outside, because that’s where I’ll be, guaranteed.