1.20.2009
if all the snowflakes were candy bars & milkshakes.
i make a list of my favorite words. some may say it's tacky, but it's something important to me. i only pick words that have a meaning beyond their definition, that strike me somewhere i can't even recognize. one of these words is "snow." it's a magical word. it creates visions in the minds of children about a far away place with a man in a big red suit, little elves, and so many presents their hearts could explode; it creates visions of multiple car pileups on the expressway to worrisome parents and commuters who sit in those lines of traffic thinking about the slush and the amount of shoveling awaiting them at home. two completely opposite meanings and one simple word. the past couple of days, new york has been experiencing its fair share of snowfall, which the 5 year old in me loves of course. but on top of that, it was the perfect snowfall, the kind that's light and powdery but strong enough to build a snowman with; the kind that falls ever so eloquently coating front lawns and trees to look like picturesque photos in glossy magazines. the best part is the very beginning of a snowfall when you stand outside, look up at the sky struggling to keep your eyes open, stick out your tongue and catch the little flakes all while spinning madly around in circles. that fresh smell of frosted water opens all five senses and suddenly, it's ok for parents to be laying beside their children making snow angels. this is why i love the snow. i love that my little home on long island is coated with the perfect snowfall and i am safe inside my own little snowglobe.
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