Incandescent happiness
If I were a light bulb, I would be glowing at a million watts a minute.
It's snowing.
I was in Blockbuster Video with my sister, and was fed up enough with the grumpy cashier to go outside and wait for her- when lo and behold, snow. It was light, with just the beginnings of tiny, dewy flakes melting on the hood of my car and the backs of my hands. Glory! It was cold enough to snow! I dropped my sister off at her apartment, reveling in the hypnotic swish of wiper blades on the windshield. I had to fit in a bit of research at the school library (busy work for an art paper, and nothing special) but by the time I emerged from the shelves, it was nearly nine and pitch dark. The check out desk is next to some lovely glass doors that open on a courtyard, and I could see, dimly, that it was still snowing. Not having a bag with me, I took off my jacket and wrapped it around the books before going out in order to protect them from the damp. It was snowing quite heavily by now, and a quarter of an inch of snow carpeted the cement courtyard. Two girls stamped their feet just outside the door, looking at me and my silly grin a bit strangely. I couldn't help it. Big heavy snowflakes were falling and clinging onto my cheeks and eyelashes, and as I stepped the snow was making that lovely muffled squeak that snow does when it is new and you are quiet. When I reached my car I got inside before even realizing that I needed to scrape the windows, which was stupid, and even stupider when I realized I didn't have a scraper. With a bit of fishing I came up with, of all things, a tape dispenser, and got the ice off with that. It gave me immense pleasure to get in my car and stomp the snow off of my shoes onto the black carpet. That sharp contrast was winter, my favorite season, the best season possible of all of them. Even the drive was surreal- the yellow lines covered by white blanket, all the cars moving in slow motion, every driver relearning the road, every sound muffled- and I remembered how wonderful winter is. It's cozy and bright, it's hard-edged and muffled, it's sharp and quiet and lonely and calm -
It's brilliant!
It's snowing.
I was in Blockbuster Video with my sister, and was fed up enough with the grumpy cashier to go outside and wait for her- when lo and behold, snow. It was light, with just the beginnings of tiny, dewy flakes melting on the hood of my car and the backs of my hands. Glory! It was cold enough to snow! I dropped my sister off at her apartment, reveling in the hypnotic swish of wiper blades on the windshield. I had to fit in a bit of research at the school library (busy work for an art paper, and nothing special) but by the time I emerged from the shelves, it was nearly nine and pitch dark. The check out desk is next to some lovely glass doors that open on a courtyard, and I could see, dimly, that it was still snowing. Not having a bag with me, I took off my jacket and wrapped it around the books before going out in order to protect them from the damp. It was snowing quite heavily by now, and a quarter of an inch of snow carpeted the cement courtyard. Two girls stamped their feet just outside the door, looking at me and my silly grin a bit strangely. I couldn't help it. Big heavy snowflakes were falling and clinging onto my cheeks and eyelashes, and as I stepped the snow was making that lovely muffled squeak that snow does when it is new and you are quiet. When I reached my car I got inside before even realizing that I needed to scrape the windows, which was stupid, and even stupider when I realized I didn't have a scraper. With a bit of fishing I came up with, of all things, a tape dispenser, and got the ice off with that. It gave me immense pleasure to get in my car and stomp the snow off of my shoes onto the black carpet. That sharp contrast was winter, my favorite season, the best season possible of all of them. Even the drive was surreal- the yellow lines covered by white blanket, all the cars moving in slow motion, every driver relearning the road, every sound muffled- and I remembered how wonderful winter is. It's cozy and bright, it's hard-edged and muffled, it's sharp and quiet and lonely and calm -
It's brilliant!