Yesterday, I had occasion to go out driving in the snow. We had already had about five inches, and were expecting up to three more. It was a wet, heavy snow, the kind that crusts over into a satisfying crunchy layer to walk on the next day.
Typically, I hate the winter. I hate being cold, I hate being wet, I hate being bundled up in clumsy clothing. But yesterday, for a few hours, I loved the winter.
Along the highway, the trees' branches were outlined in white, like a stark, geometric lace. The snow hung suspended in the air, as if only I were moving through them. The flakes were fat and soft. You could have stuffed a pillow with them. The sky was white, the road was gray, but the sun lay a kind of golden sheen on everything. It was truly breathtaking.
Still, there's a hint of spring in the air again today. It seems just a little brighter, and a little wetter. Not yet, but not long.
My kitchen is: littered with computer parts. Don't ask.
Posted by andrea at February 8, 2003 06:02 PM