Posted on 05. Dec, 2011 by Brandon Evans
“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.” — Bill Watterson, creator of the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes
“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?” — J. B. Priestley, English novelist
I awoke with a sore throat this morning. It hurt so bad it felt like I’d swallowed a shard of glass. My head and chest was as clogged as a Las Vegas drag queen’s shower drain. It was 6 a.m. Dark. Too early to be stirred unless I was a farmhand of some type. All I could think about was more rest and my sore throat.
But I hear a whisper in my ear: “Giant snowflakes are falling outside.”
“Meh,” I think. Snow is simply an unfortunate thing that has happened to water. It’s gonna be mushy and messy and cold, and all I want is some more sleep. It’s only gonna be an inch at the most. What can you do with that? No snowmen, no snowball fights, no school closings. And the ground is gonna be too warm for it stick anyway. Soon it will nothing but slush. Then it reverts back to it’s true form: water trickling down a drain.
But then I see my better half. With a face full of smile she pulls on boots, secures down a beanie, and tromps outside. She stutter steps this way and that, like a drunken dance, trying to catch the swaying flakes on the tip of an outstretched tongue. She easily understood the magic in the event.
And I, who once marveled at snow, but as of late grown cynical, had a sudden change of heart. I again appreciated the way it changed the landscape, blanketing the world in a moment of purity, and reflecting back all the light that does exist in it.
There’s so much magic in the world, but sometimes we just need someone else to help us see it.