Musings Upon Snow, After Digging Out Cars

Living in Central Pennsylvania all my life I thought I had gotten used to the crazy changes in weather. I was wrong, and I will most likely continue to be wrong so long as I live. This weekend saw record snowfall and instead of enjoying the beauty of freshly fallen snow and the way the sun makes big fat flakes sparkle like diamonds I spent it wondering if I would be able to dig my car out in time for work on Monday. I guess there is something to be said for not growing up, you get to enjoy the beauty of nature even at its extremes.

As a child I loved snow and couldn't wait to go out and turn that blank canvas of white into a whole new world with my imagination and would spend as long as I possibly could in it. These days I can't seem to recapture that same sense of innocent joy and spend as little time as possible "out in the elements". One thing hasn't changed though, no matter how long you stay out in snowy weather it's always great to come back inside to a mug of hot cocoa or tea and curl up under a warm blanket with a book to keep you company.