I know. Saying I like snow is like uttering blasphemy, with the way the Northeast is being slammed by storms. We were finally dealt an honest to goodness storm here in Northern Virginia earlier this week, bringing down trees and knocking out electricity to thousands of folks. Hundreds of cars abandoned from accidents, and commute horror stories abound, to include one from Hubby, who took almost 3 hours to travel 10 miles.
But I do. I still like snow. This point of view, of course, comes from someone who likes to take the opportunity to reset, re-prioritize and to take a breath during the winter, and especially, when it snows.
It's the cold on the tip of my nose that wakes my senses. The reflection of the bright white. The care I am forced to take when I walk. When it is cold, and when it is snowing, my actions are purposeful, and I appreciate it.
I become selective as to what my agenda is for the day, and where I need to go, and I get to catch up with all of those things I neglect when it is warm outside: planning out my projects, my next class, my long term goals. I pull away from over-scheduling and 1 on 1 time with each child is often and consecutive.
Hubby and I dream of retiring in a log cabin home in upstate New York. I see myself quilting or reading or knitting and looking out the window and seeing the snow come down, and watching my children and future grandchildren playing in it, making snowmen, pulling each other on their sleds.
To think I was born on an island! And raised in California. But after our years in Germany and even our harsh winters in upstate New York, I was converted to the cold.
I hope that you all are staying warm and safe this week!