Saturday, January 22, 2005
Hunkering Down
There is a full-scale blizzard going on right now. Weather reports are saying that we'll get a foot or two of snow overnight, with winds up to 50 mph. Church has been cancelled for tomorrow morning. It's 11:30pm, quiet, and I am experiencing one of the weird, happy moments of my life when I sit inside a warm house and look outside at the terrible weather.
I'm sure I'm not the only person who is like this. One of my favorite things about snow is standing on the inside, looking out at it. I'm not so much a fan of walking in it or driving in it or being hit with it in the back of the head. But snow is lovely to me. Wind-blown snow is even lovelier. Snow blown into huge drifts, burying cars and muffling the world, is precious.
At about 10:00, I saw a person outside, bundled up, wandering aimlessly down the sidewalk, obviously there not because he/she (I couldn't tell, what with the bundling) had to get somewhere, but because he/she wanted to be out in the snow. He/she paused for a moment and even sat down. I shuddered. But part of me warmly reminded myself that the thing I like about snowstorms is looking at them and not being in them. This person obviously enjoys snow differently than I do. But seeing him/her there, knowing that it could be me, but that I was safe and warm, was heartening to me.
I'm sure I'm not the only person who is like this. One of my favorite things about snow is standing on the inside, looking out at it. I'm not so much a fan of walking in it or driving in it or being hit with it in the back of the head. But snow is lovely to me. Wind-blown snow is even lovelier. Snow blown into huge drifts, burying cars and muffling the world, is precious.
At about 10:00, I saw a person outside, bundled up, wandering aimlessly down the sidewalk, obviously there not because he/she (I couldn't tell, what with the bundling) had to get somewhere, but because he/she wanted to be out in the snow. He/she paused for a moment and even sat down. I shuddered. But part of me warmly reminded myself that the thing I like about snowstorms is looking at them and not being in them. This person obviously enjoys snow differently than I do. But seeing him/her there, knowing that it could be me, but that I was safe and warm, was heartening to me.
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