Snow
Ok, so I have an admission to make.
I really love snow.
I find myself cheered up some when I'm in a warm place, looking out the window, and seeing the snow really coming down like it is now.
One of the few really wonderful memories I have of my last year in Lacey was one night when it was snowing very hard. It was the middle of the night and I woke up as usual. (Wasn't sleeping really well then, either.) I looked outside, and there were a few inches of snow already accumulated. I was too restless to sleep, so I bundled up and went for a walk.
It was the middle of the night, like I mentioned, so the town was shut down already, but with the snow, there wasn't really anyone even driving around, so I felt like I was alone in the city. A good kind of alone, with solitude but no loneliness.
I must have walked for two hours, just listening to my boots crunch the snow and feeling the flakes rest on my face and hair.
I've always had good associations with snow. I think it may be genetic memory from my mother, who grew up and lived in Juneau Alaska most of her life.
The only problem I have with it is that it seems that practically no one else in Seattle has the faintest fucking idea how to drive in it. I have to admit that it gives me great glee to see some asshole in a SUV facing the wrong way on the freeway because he assumed that just because his vehicle is a four wheel drive that he can behave as if the roads are dry.
*smile*
I really love snow.
I find myself cheered up some when I'm in a warm place, looking out the window, and seeing the snow really coming down like it is now.
One of the few really wonderful memories I have of my last year in Lacey was one night when it was snowing very hard. It was the middle of the night and I woke up as usual. (Wasn't sleeping really well then, either.) I looked outside, and there were a few inches of snow already accumulated. I was too restless to sleep, so I bundled up and went for a walk.
It was the middle of the night, like I mentioned, so the town was shut down already, but with the snow, there wasn't really anyone even driving around, so I felt like I was alone in the city. A good kind of alone, with solitude but no loneliness.
I must have walked for two hours, just listening to my boots crunch the snow and feeling the flakes rest on my face and hair.
I've always had good associations with snow. I think it may be genetic memory from my mother, who grew up and lived in Juneau Alaska most of her life.
The only problem I have with it is that it seems that practically no one else in Seattle has the faintest fucking idea how to drive in it. I have to admit that it gives me great glee to see some asshole in a SUV facing the wrong way on the freeway because he assumed that just because his vehicle is a four wheel drive that he can behave as if the roads are dry.
*smile*