Following it to the ground with my eyes is hard enough.
Trying to catch it on my tongue is an entirely different feat.
It always seems that as I am about to capture it, it promptly swirls in another direction, floating gracefully just out of my reach.
With all the time I've spent walking with my tongue hanging out you'd think I'd have mastered the task but alas, I am rarely successful.
Taking my eyes from the view directly in front of my and turning it down the street, I almost exploded with laughter. The sky was in a frenzy. The Civic theatre and bustling city street providing the perfect background to a white chaos.
The perfectly irregular fluff floats and zooms, falls and swirls as the wind carries and drops it from the sky.
It is nothing short of magic.
I was riding the bus home after the first snow a few weeks ago in a joyful mood. There is something about snow, especially the first sight of it, that excites me. I began trying to dissect why this would be. Is it because the winter season brings the Holiday season as well? Do I crave the nostalgia of being a kid again with the whole family together, unwrapping gifts and sipping hot chocolate? Maybe it's all those memories of playing outside? Or maybe it's the symbolism? The way the snow makes everything look white and clean. Even the dirtiest places and shabbiest of houses look romantic with a dusting of snow. When I relayed these questions to a friend he responded, "Maybe you just like it because it's beautiful."
I'm always looking for the "deeper meaning" or the "real reason" behind things. I could probably link this line of thinking to a lot of things, like experiential learning at camp where everything really means something else, or maybe it's the fact that I'm a psychology major. [see there it is, trying to find the root of it all, i rest my case]
I like doing this. I like asking questions. It's a good thing.
But maybe with some things in life I need to remember that it's just because it's beautiful. And just because is enough.
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