The Incredible Snowday

Some days are just more beloved than others. Right? It's that gut-wrenching anticipation, that long awaiting moment - and finally spotting your school along the news list of closings. It's that elated feeling of tumbling tiredly back to your warm, welcoming bed, and drifting gently back into a blissful dream. Ahh. There's nothing like it. It's waking up at ungodly hours of the night, clamoring to the window, and taking a child's expert guess at the amount of wintry wonder displayed before us. It's also depressing. Sorry for the sudden mood swing, but you'll see where I'm going. It's depressing to know that there's a point in life where snow is looked down upon. A point when people loathe the snow, and all the baggage it entails. But, I question them now. Yes, the snow gets dirty. Whoop-Dee-Doo. But, is that first few hours of freshly fallen snow so evil that it demands such negative attention? I should hope not. I hope I never come across the day where I would hold such feelings for snow. It just always bothered me to hear old, cranky fools gripe about the snow. Yeah, so what, it's a little inconvenience. Get over it. Just relax, take it easy, and carefully, and enjoy the snow for what it is - an escape from the cold, grey atmosphere of dry winter life. Don't believe me? Ok, on the next boring winter night, when there's no snow falling, and no fresh snow laying untouched on the ground, go outside, and gaze into the heavens. Not to my surprise, it'll be dark- and boring. Now wait for a night when the heaven's are open. A night when glorious flakes of purity fall easily to the earth. Look at the sky. Such a beautiful palette of colors was never known to the likes of Van Gogh, or Da Vinci, because such simplistically complex beauty cannot be recreated. It takes something of such natural clout, something as supreme as snowfall to paint the skies with such vibrant and lax colors. Just watch. The swirls and purple and pink, meshed gracefully with the purest hues of red and white, form a tapestry draped on the walls of the world. For that moment everything stops. For that moment, the universe is still, and all eyes are upon it. For that moment, everything works. I think that sky is reason enough to love the snow, regardless if school is cancelled. It's reason enough for me to pray that I never become some cynical old frog. And if I should, I openly ask all of you sock me a good one - I'd deserve it.