Once again, I’m taking the wonderful trip from school to home. As we pulled into one of the stops, I noticed it had started to snow. This snow is no where near as heavy as the last snow fall we had while I was riding the train, and it’s virtually impossible to see while the train is moving. I’m not too sure it’s still snowing. Regardless, we’re supposed to get a lot of snow, and I mean a lot! I’m really excited. As you all know, I love the snow, and snow falls are one of my favourite things.
When we pass by woods, most of the still have some snow between the trees. It’s so beautiful and I want to get off the train and go run through the trees. There’s not a lot of snow elsewhere. Every so often, I’ll see a pile of snow that was plowed a few feet high and is now one-third its initial height. I remember the days when the snow would last… What’s happening to our planet?
And the people on it? I’m from, and go to school in, a place where snow and cold, somewhat harsh winters are a definite guarantee every year. Someone, this morning it was a custodian and a student, will say: “They say we’re going to get a lot of snow today,” or something to that effect. I’ll give them a big smile and say: “I know! I’m really excited.” The next thing I’ll get from them is a funny look, almost of disgust, and always the question: “You like the snow?!” I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t! My school is north of my home, and that will come up in conversation before the “I love the snow” part comes in. Somehow, they’re still very surprised by my excitement. Why on Earth would I go to a school north of my hometown if I wanted to get away from the snow? Then some comment about how much they dislike it will come. Depending on who I’m talking to, I’ll either apologize that they don’t share my love for snow, or tell them that they shouldn’t be here if they dislike it so much. Many of the most surprised ones are adults past college and what I don’t understand about them is why they haven’t moved?
You know what’s funny? I almost never heard complaints about the snow from the people in my hometown. Every so often there’s a complaint about how cold it is. Again, I’ll have the same response. Cold means snow. It also means I can wear the clothes I like more often, and that I’ll have an easier time being comfortable tempurature-wise. The summer means I’m miserable. It’s far too hot, and it gets muggy. While I might have a hard time keeping myself warm in the winter, I much prefer that over the over-heating I do in the summer. Humans weren’t built for heat, why do you think we sweat? Granted, we also weren’t built for the cold I crave, that’s why we shiver. At least shivering doesn’t smell…
So, I’m catching glimpses of more and more flakes falling outside my window. There’s more of a visible dusting on the ground. I am happy.