I am starting this post at 8:24 am. According to last night’s forecast, it is supposed to be snowing right now. Since I used the word “supposed”, obviously it is not. Yet.
The time for the snow to start is about 9:45 am. We shall
see.
Snow is still a novel thing to me. As I’ve mentioned before,
I’ve lived the majority of my life in the Deep South, where snow is usually
only seen on TV, in snowglobes, and in a snowcone. (Haha, see what I did
there?) When there’s even a sprinkling of snow, people go nuts.
Case in point? December 2008. Baton Rouge actually got about
an inch of snow, in the wee morning hours of 6-7. It was during Thursday during
finals weeks, so a fair amount of students were up (because they had never gone
to sleep). I had, because I was done with exams. I remember waking up, and
looking outside, and feeling that sense of childlike wonder as the crystal
flakes on the ground. I ending up having to go outside for something I hadn’t
planned, so I did get to walk through it some. For the most part though, it was
slush/watery dredge by noon.
While in England, I encountered snow, and it was nice. I
mostly enjoyed the sight of it and walked around, taking in the scenery.
There was another time it snowed in Baton Rouge, in December
of 2009. There wasn’t much, but it was fun enough to run around in.
Last year though. Last year, in the beginning of March,
there are a large snowstorm that left feet of the stuff on the ground. FEET.
Brett and I went outside and played around in it some. Here are pictures for
proof:
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| Outside the house |
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| Brett |
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| I feel this picture sums me up pretty well. |
Ever since I’ve moved to Virginia, and tried to find a good “big
person” job, I feel that I’m aging faster than usual. I see my life as running
by, and I freak out internally, because I know there’s so many things I want to
do and need to get better at and try and accomplish and my brain goes off into
paranoia mode and…unless I distract myself? It’ll continue until doomsday.
When I get those moments where I lose all sense of what has
been and what will or might be, and just focus on the now, like a child, I
cherish them. I grab tight and hold on, hoping that spark will keep me ignited enough
to where the dark cloud of “being an adult” doesn’t seem so bleak. While I know
that there are good things that come with growing older, I’m at that point
where I want to hit pause on aging and just be for a while. But I can’t.
It’s the moments like a good snow that light that spark
inside, that remind me of the bright-eyed child still active inside. Like a ridiculously
goofy joke that doesn’t make sense at all, but gets me crying by the end. Like
going on a long memory laden story with minute details that I haven’t thought
about in a while but still can remember precisely. Like a weekend morning with
nothing planned, and those first few moments of having the entire day before
me.
So I’ll hold on to my snow days and such, because they bring
a little brightness into my life.
It’s currently 9:42, and it’s been light snowing for about
20 minutes or so now. Bring on the precipitation!