November 16: First Snow of the Year
It flurried more this morning than it did yesterday, and this is the extent of our accumulation: not even a dusting on the rooftops.
I would be lying if I didn’t say I was disappointed.
See, I was born in Houston, TX. The first time I ever saw snow was when I was in sixth grade and we moved to Connecticut. The silent white flakes fell like glitter from the sky, and over time they magically transformed our colorless backyard into a fairy tale landscape.
While I understand the science of water turning to ice at a certain temperature, I will always find the phenomenon of snow magical. And to this day, I become that giddy young school girl when I hear a snowy forecast.
So yes, I was disappointed when I woke up and the dull backyard was still dull. But here’s the thing…
After spending the past fifteen days focusing on gratitude, I could not stay disappointed for long. I still smiled when I saw the flurries falling, even if they did evaporate before hitting the ground. I know that it is early, and we will experience at least one real snow this winter. And when that time comes, I will listen intently to the list of school closings in anticipation of a snow day, even if I am retired.