I Love The Snow
It’s like everything stands still for just a moment as those first flakes create a blanket of insulation, making the world quiet with anticipation. I love the snow.
The scent of homemade chicken soup. A cup of mint tea, cozy underneath blankets on the sofa with someone you love while movies play and conversations flow. I love the snow.
The world paused just long enough to witness yet another American atrocity at the hands of our own. Confusion, fear, and a thread of hope all present set in the forefront of a snowy background. Outdoor temperatures well below freezing, and yet hearts burn like July. “The cold never bothered me anyway.” I love the snow.
My dad calls to check in. He’s a hardened, multi-war tested, soldier. A former Ranger SGT whose favorite thing to do was jump out of planes back in his day. On paper, we’re so different, but the older I get, the more I realize the subtle similarities. We don’t speak often, but when we do, there’s a sweetness with each opportunity. We talk about nothing for a bit, then tells me he has stage 3 prostate cancer. He assures me he’s going to be okay…He always puts on a brave face, but this time, it was different. An honest, quiet, and pure moment. My eyes look away from FaceTime and toward the window to process the information. He pivots to talk about the snow.
The sky still a flurry. Each flake like a memory of snowfalls before. The silence from the noise, the calm in the turbulent.
I love the snow.
