I have a special place in my heart for mass amounts of snow. I spent my growing up years 8,000 feet up on the side of a mountain down a dirt road in Colorado. Some of my best memories are waking up to huge amounts of snow and watching it grow. Now, I'm not taking a foot or two, I'm talking, the suburban in the driveway is gone. And the smaller cars, careful where you walk, you just might walk into them if your crazy enough to go outside, we were. My sister was born on May 17 and my parents had to call 911 because there was too much snow to get out of our driveway. I have literally been locked in a house for a week. Not only did my school have snow days, we pushed the limit on how many. I remember hoping in May we wouldn't have a snow day again because if we did we had to have an extra week of school. I remember countless times school being canceled in the middle of the day. I remember being stuck in school buses for hours as the snow just kept piling up only to find out after we got out of the mess, school got canceled. I loved watching animals in it. "There's Baloo, oh, he's gone again, there he is, well, now there is so much snow stuck to him we'll never find him." Baloo is a large black dog.
I have countless memories of watching snow fall, either on my back in a bed of snow, or from the couch looking out the window. I had many spiritual moments on those occasions. One came after the first time I had someone close die. I was laying on my back, feeling the cold seep in more every second, looking at a heaven that was slowing falling to the ground and coming to peaceful terms with the pain.
I love the snow.
Disclaimer: Don't get me wrong, this was out west snow, not new England snow. Different kinds of snow deserve different kinds of respect. I haven't experienced much snow out East, but I don't know that I could handle snow that doesn't melt for months on end. Those of you who do, your awesome. I just enjoyed the 4 feet of snow for a week and then the sun comes out and it starts to melt, a week later, it's gone.
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I'll remember the snow of Rexburg and that will do for my memories. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I think you're getting all sentimental though because you're prego! : )
I, too, have sat in the cold as part of a mourning process. I think for me it helped to have the physical discomfort distract from the emotional pain.
This was a fun week of snow. But now that it's all soggy, it's just not the same.