On snow days...
Good People of The Internet, I'm trying a new tactic. In an effort to keep writing and current, I'm just sitting down to compose with no intended topic just a mission to produce something worth reading. Hopefully it won't suck. (No pressure.)
On Monday March 2, we had a snow day. A snow day! I mean an honest to goodness schools closed, don't come in to work or rehearsals snow day. It prompted a host of movies on demand, naps, snacks, and a walk to the local pizza shop. It was the most welcome snow storm I've experienced in recent years. I reminisced about the days of old when I awoke to mom or dad stealing in to my room and whispering "it's snowing out." My tired, sleep-encrusted eyes would instantly give way to shining beacons of hope as I'd run to the nearest window to check on God's progress getting me out of school.
A snow day's value and meaning seem to diminish the older we get. As little tike (yeah i said tike, you wanna fight about it?), Snow meant one thing: serious play time. I got bundled me up in a my coat, hat, gloves, and if it was really serious, the snow pants with the suspenders (you know what I talking about). I'd waddle outside, warm, cozy and almost immobile, but happy to be in the midst of this beautiful wintry landscape. How much cooler could it get? Mold it, sculpt it, eat it. The snow is what I made it.
As we get older, the snow day gets more utilitarian. Perhaps it get us out of a quiz we forgot to study for, or gives us an extra day to finish that english paper. We might still go out to play; a snowball fight, a sled ride down a hill or two. In the back of our minds, however, we knew that one good plowing day would set the life back into motion.
Once out in the real world, it really becomes jive. Now you have to get up and shovel "to keep from getting sued." Then you have to find a sitter to hang with the kids while you head for work on unplowed roadways, fishtailing all the while. The car stops when it wants to. To add insult to injury, your non waterproof gloves got soaked while you were clearing the snow off the car. Grumbles....
Hopefully, the scenario above doesn't have you cursing at your computer. The point of this post is to take a look how the significance of snow days change as we age. The charge of this post is to return to the days of snowpants, mittens and endless possibilities. There is something so moving about snow yet so eerie. As it falls, there is a certain stillness that sets in. A fresh coating absent of footprints, paw prints and tire tracks give even the dirtiest street a fresh start. Let the unblemished canvas of new snowfall represent a fresh start and a calm before the days challenges begin. Use the windblown snow squalls as an excuse to cuddle up with loved ones, good books and the "On Demand" channel. Above all else, to a moment to admire respect God's work. Thanks for reading.
-Truth, looking for my shovel, and marshmallows for the hot chocolate...
On Monday March 2, we had a snow day. A snow day! I mean an honest to goodness schools closed, don't come in to work or rehearsals snow day. It prompted a host of movies on demand, naps, snacks, and a walk to the local pizza shop. It was the most welcome snow storm I've experienced in recent years. I reminisced about the days of old when I awoke to mom or dad stealing in to my room and whispering "it's snowing out." My tired, sleep-encrusted eyes would instantly give way to shining beacons of hope as I'd run to the nearest window to check on God's progress getting me out of school.
A snow day's value and meaning seem to diminish the older we get. As little tike (yeah i said tike, you wanna fight about it?), Snow meant one thing: serious play time. I got bundled me up in a my coat, hat, gloves, and if it was really serious, the snow pants with the suspenders (you know what I talking about). I'd waddle outside, warm, cozy and almost immobile, but happy to be in the midst of this beautiful wintry landscape. How much cooler could it get? Mold it, sculpt it, eat it. The snow is what I made it.
As we get older, the snow day gets more utilitarian. Perhaps it get us out of a quiz we forgot to study for, or gives us an extra day to finish that english paper. We might still go out to play; a snowball fight, a sled ride down a hill or two. In the back of our minds, however, we knew that one good plowing day would set the life back into motion.
Once out in the real world, it really becomes jive. Now you have to get up and shovel "to keep from getting sued." Then you have to find a sitter to hang with the kids while you head for work on unplowed roadways, fishtailing all the while. The car stops when it wants to. To add insult to injury, your non waterproof gloves got soaked while you were clearing the snow off the car. Grumbles....
Hopefully, the scenario above doesn't have you cursing at your computer. The point of this post is to take a look how the significance of snow days change as we age. The charge of this post is to return to the days of snowpants, mittens and endless possibilities. There is something so moving about snow yet so eerie. As it falls, there is a certain stillness that sets in. A fresh coating absent of footprints, paw prints and tire tracks give even the dirtiest street a fresh start. Let the unblemished canvas of new snowfall represent a fresh start and a calm before the days challenges begin. Use the windblown snow squalls as an excuse to cuddle up with loved ones, good books and the "On Demand" channel. Above all else, to a moment to admire respect God's work. Thanks for reading.
-Truth, looking for my shovel, and marshmallows for the hot chocolate...
posted by thetruthspeaks at 8:57 PM
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