March 17, 2014

One Last Snow

This is bound to be an unpopular position, but I love that it snowed today. To be sure, it's been a long, cold and difficult winter, and all the more so for many folks in the midwest. Really, DC's had it pretty easy by my lights.

I may groan at the changability of the weather, but that's less to do with the cold than an affront to my sense of order. Some part of me (the craziest part, I suppose) feels that a proper changing of the seasons should proceed along a smooth sinusoidal curve from cold to warm to hot and then back again on the other side of the year. Mostly I'd just like to feel there's a specific date on which I can confidently pack away my sweaters and heavy coat.

But today's snow made me happy. I've always said that if it's going to be cold, it ought to snow. The air smells fresher and cleaner, the world is pretty, and who can argue with an unexpected day off of work? People are out and about, sledding and drinking cocoa. The snow is that perfectly magical confectionery type, so light and soft that it stacks up on even the narrowest branches, creating 6 inch high walls ramifying in all directions, and the fire hydrants look like fat white mushrooms.

I must acknowledge that it really is time to put away the sweaters and scarves, and bid this winter a final farewell, if not for myself than for everyone else who suffer for it more than I do.

But I'm glad we got one last snowfall. It calms my anxiety and lifts my spirits.

Edit, several weeks hence: It is worth noting here that we got 3 more snowfalls after this one. This winter has been nothing if not unpredictable.

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