Snow

Cold Winters day in Canada

What is snow? Snow is ice crystals falling from the sky.

Clouds are soft and pillowy, beautiful in simplicity. Unaware what they provide the earth with. Uncompromising with how much.

We live in a world where our moods are biologically and almost mechanically constructed by how the sky works. On a day with gloom, we stay in our room. Beautiful sunny days are meant for play.

Bountiful white snow represents hope in some existential way. It has no time in which it occurs, it may be predicted. It may not, snow is to weather what we are the emotion and mood. On any given day; me, you or someone else can be depressed. We have nothing, we feel worthless, we feel heavy. In those times we try to find something salvageable. We live day to day, hoping something will be there for us to cling to. Something to help us rise, or keep us from falling.

Snow is pristine. It falls from the sky ever so gently, drifting back and forth like a game of tennis. We remain mesmerized at how no snowflake is alike. Much like no two humans are completely alike. We each have our own motives, values, movements and thoughts. Snow falls gracefully. Snow falls angrily. Snow falls like a 6 year old child learning to skate. Snow is perfect in that it is different from rain. Snow will always cling.

It will find a tree, it will find a house. It will find your jacket. Snow clings to things like a cellophane wrapper to skin.

White in colour. Amazing in power. Snow is dazzling. On a cold winter's day. Snowmen are built, snow forts, shovels are out. It is just part of what winter is to people in snowy climates. The charm of a child building a snow fort with his friends. In that moment, always lost. That child is cooperating with weather that is typically uncooperative. That child is building, laughing and playing. Not worried about what is going on in the world.

You may hate snow, but there is beauty in what it represents.

Regards,
Devon