I love snow so much! I love all of the seasons and their different moods and archetypes, but snow has always had a magical feeling like being in a snow globe. I feel like sometimes people are kinder or at least more understanding when there is snow and ice; people are less angry when someone is driving slow and being cautious. Occasionally there is the opportunity to brush the snow off a coworkers car and it feels like we as humans are generally more vulnerable. I agree too that when the ground is blanketed, it is very comforting and it feels nostalgic to bundle up to brace the cold and to burrow into the couch under layers of fuzzy blankets and clothing.
An aside; I feel too that we share a vulnerability when driving in pouring rain, when you can tell that others are waiting for a heavier car to lead the pack on the freeway so we can drive in each others tracks. It could be only me that feels comforted in this shared potential for hazard and leaning on others in those times. Perhaps the truck in front of me merely thinks that I’m an asshat riding their tail and does not feel my gratitude for their prevention of my hydroplaning
You defenitely gave me a new perspective! I am not a snow lover I must admit, but this made me want to like it! :)
I love snow so much! I love all of the seasons and their different moods and archetypes, but snow has always had a magical feeling like being in a snow globe. I feel like sometimes people are kinder or at least more understanding when there is snow and ice; people are less angry when someone is driving slow and being cautious. Occasionally there is the opportunity to brush the snow off a coworkers car and it feels like we as humans are generally more vulnerable. I agree too that when the ground is blanketed, it is very comforting and it feels nostalgic to bundle up to brace the cold and to burrow into the couch under layers of fuzzy blankets and clothing.
An aside; I feel too that we share a vulnerability when driving in pouring rain, when you can tell that others are waiting for a heavier car to lead the pack on the freeway so we can drive in each others tracks. It could be only me that feels comforted in this shared potential for hazard and leaning on others in those times. Perhaps the truck in front of me merely thinks that I’m an asshat riding their tail and does not feel my gratitude for their prevention of my hydroplaning
Beautifully expressed 😘
Thank you for sharing your love of snow with us, and I love that Mary Oliver poem! 🩷