Let it snow

Yesterday afternoon I saw my first Staten Island snowfall. It was rather modest really, but still put a hop in my step.

I’ve always loved snow. A good snowfall is unique in that it simultaneously carries the promise of more play and less work. If you don’t like playing in the snow, I feel for you. Sledding, skiing, snowboarding, snowball fights, snowman building, snow angels, snow football, snow forts; the possibilities are endless. And all the worries that would preclude such activities vanish with two little words: snow day.

There’s nothing quite like staring out a window as the flakes fly, rooting for them to mount. I remember school nights watching before bed, hoping that I could trust them to continue their work while I slept. I remember school days staring out classroom windows in unison, praying for the announcement that the day was truncated. And of course, I remember feeling the same way about work just last winter.

This long overdue snow didn’t amount to two snowball’s worth. But it was still worth those five minutes staring out the window.