I woke up this morning to a cold breeze blowing through my room; well freezing ice cold breeze might be a better description. I was still in that half dream half awake mode, where things are all fuzzy and soft and warm, and I couldn’t figure out why it was cold. Finally my sleep filled eyes adjusted and realized I had fallen asleep with the window open, which typically wouldn’t be a big deal. Yet, last night, the weather went from spring delight to snowy beauty.
Most people woke up this morning and felt disgust, or at least were slightly annoyed that it was snowing, and I can understand that. But yet I wish people could see the beauty of the snow, even if it is spring. Maybe, I’m just a little strange – which I totally accept as true – but I find snow to be one of the prettier things in life.
Don’t get me wrong, I love every single season we have. I love the greening of the fields and trees in the spring, the hot and beautiful summer days, and the leaves changing colours in the fall, but I really love it when it snows. The way the snow blankets the trees and drags them down is one of my favourite things. It just looks so magical.
I think I like snow days especially because it seems like a fresh start when it comes, I guess it’s probably the same reason I love rain days. So when spring comes and April quickly passes us by, I will enjoy one of the last snowy days we’ll have for the season. Or maybe I’m just one of those really annoying people who find happiness in everything.