I have always loved the snow. My birthday being in December, I came to see snowfall as a good omen for the year to come, and often my birthday was snow free, encouraging me to try and work harder to make the year better.
This year my birthday had snow, lovely white snow that fell all about us. I know because I watched it with a fair amount of happiness in my mind. While the snow fell I held something beautiful and all was well.
As a child I used to go sledding with my brother into the woods, and while I am always protective of him, we spend time racing and playing. Snowball fights were usually few and far between, and my baby sister joined us in our fun.
My mother would make us hot chocolate when we got back inside and made us clean the mess we usually made all over the house. It was important that we all help out with keeping things organized, and there was a warm glow created in the idea of family. I would help dig the neighbor out and play games with my siblings in the house when it was too dark or too icy to play.
This same idea keeps the most desperate people moving and working, keeping and holding on to their fractured families because they love each other so much. In that I see hope for all human kind.
So love the snow tomorrow while you're driving to work. It is always a good thing.
