the thing about snow

hi.

i feel like i have a lot in my head - physically with having a cold - but in other ways too. i feel like i went through a lot of emotions today. but i'll spare you from most of that. (you're very welcome)

today as i was walking to and from class, i was thinking about the snow that was still lying on the ground. i've thought about snow a lot lately - maybe because the we never get it - maybe because i think in analogies and the snow has provided one for me - maybe because it was just there and maybe because i over-analyze - maybe all of it.

the thing about snow - what makes it different from just rain or ice - is that it is beautiful in its rarity (for those of us living here anyways). It isn't just beautiful in its rarity though - it's beautiful in it's texture -- it's soft and fluffy and we associate it with harmless play and childhood. that it is beautiful, there is no doubt - but that it is dangerously beautiful may not be thought of much.

snow is fluffy, rare, beautiful, exciting, fun, playful, and somewhat unexpected - there's this rush you get when you're around snow - it's attractive, full of life - or at least it brings the life out in people - there's this grand fascination among us when it comes to snow. a snow day makes you put off all work and most of all the rules - almost anything is allowed because, after all, it is a "snow day." a snow day doesn't count as any other day - it's a welcomed holiday unlike any other because it's fresh and in many ways spontaneous.

snow is deceitful though - it is all of those good things for a while - but it is dangerous in its nature. it is cold and unrelenting - in a blizzard, its cloudy eyes draw you in and rarely can you find your way out again. snow falls and melts then freezes - turning to thin, invisible ice that cares nothing about you as you slip on it walking on the sidewalk.

it is impossible to be intimate with snow - or at least enjoy its intimacy. you are never bare with snow - to touch it against your bare skin for a moment leaves a cold reminder - for a while leaves you frostbitten and numb. you layer yourself while in the snow, and even your feet feel it's cool nature as it seeps through the thick soles of your shoes.

for a while the snow is awesome - it is fun and thrilling - but then it fools you and leaves you frozen. yet time and time again - with each chance of meeting with snow - all is forgotten and it is heavenly.

i've noticed that there are people in my life that are like snow - manipulative - they're fun and thrilling, they convince you to take the layers off - maybe because they make you think they are warm and welcoming - but even in their beauty and thrill you are hit with the harsh reality that they have left as quickly as they came - leaving you frozen, frostbitten, and wondering how you ended up sprawled out on the sidewalk.

and like it is with snow, you feel foolish knowing that the next time they come around you may very well fall for them again.