“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.”
― E.E. Cummings
Let me say I love snow. I think it is beautiful…. until it gets in my way. Here is an example of snow being beautiful.
This is an overpass located in Waxhaw, NC. I love it I love it in spring, summer and fall. I love to see the trains run under it. I love the quaint way it makes the downtown connected. I have no idea how old it is, but judging by the footsteps in the snow on the overpass, I am not the only one who loves it.
Coming from a mid-western state in the northern portion of the country, I know snow. We moved south to be with family and to avoid shoveling snow… well mostly because of family. Ha! I am home bound today and yesterday and probably tomorrow because we have snow and ice. I feel like I have misbehaved and have been sent to my room. Outside there is no sign of anyone. No vehicles, no people… nothing. There are millions of pick up trucks down here and nobody has a blade. I did hear a rooster crowing this morning when I went outside with a hairdryer to melt the ice off the satellite dish.
Later we went out to see how bad the roads really were.
“A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
― Carl Reiner
“I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.”
― Rachel Cohn, Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares
This entry has taken 6 hours to write. I had to take time out to tramp around in the snow and drive around the area. Now the sky is blue and one can hear the sound of crashing ice sheets on the neighboring roofs. It seems Mother Nature has once again changed her mind.