Are you enjoying the snow? I am. Not to say I’m going to miss it terribly whenever it stops (if it ever stops), but let’s not deny snow its fun.
After all, snow is a main attraction of winter, and with movie theaters only now beginning to re-open, the panorama of entertainment that is snow has been the only main attraction we got. It’s the ultimate special effect, CGI not required. Plus all the snow cones you can eat.
There’s something about snow that’s inescapably and giddily happy. Sure, like any other creation of nature, snow can endanger us when it goes too far. Like when those individual crystals—which seem so delicate and innocent flying solo—get it in their flaky heads to join forces in fearsome numbers to gang up on us, like in an avalanche.
Thankfully, we don’t live in avalanche country. (Does anybody?)
We can safely admire the snow-white, seamless comforters of virgin snow that beautifully blanket our open spaces.
We can shovel or blow it from our pedestrian paths. Or hire an industrious kid to do it. (Ask them if they’ll take Bitcoin; they’ll know what it is even if you don’t.)
Snow is a shape-shifter of the first rank.
We can sculpt it into winter fortresses in homage to “Game of Thrones.”
We can shape it into statuary that trace their cold-blooded lineage to His Royal Coolness, the immortal Frosty the Snowman.
We can ball it up and throw it at each other to remind us that age is a state of mind and, besides, why should kids have all the fun?
We can sled on it, ski on it, board on it, snowshoe on it, snow angel on it. (And slip on it, so be careful out there. Wear sensible shoes.)
Overnight, it can turn cranky kids awaking from their slumber into dancing fools by closing schools.
Even unburdening a vehicle of several inches of snow can be a form of therapy. It creates a liberating, almost cleansing sensation, like rinsing shampoo off a dog.
If that canine analogy gives you pet lovers pause, forgive me; it’s been a while since I shampooed myself, let alone anything with twice as many legs, one tail more, and a longer leash. But, trust me, like every other husband throughout history, I easily can relate to what it’s like to spend time in the dog house.
When there’s enough snow afoot to impede our motorized movement, enough can’t be said for the Highway Department crews who plow ahead undaunted, around the clock, granting us safe passage as soon as possible, so we can make it to our job or to the store to stock up on sustenance. (I didn’t specify spirits but I know that’s what you were thinking, so l’chaim!)
VISIONS OF WARMTH
The texture of life is constantly enriched by its contrasts. The more white stuff that accumulates these frigid winter days, the more our minds turn to what spring and summer will feel like when they come back around the mountain of ice and snow we’ve come to know so well this winter.
The more eagerly we anticipate those thermal days waiting for us somewhere over the rainbow, the more we’ll rejoice anew when warmer days once again play the ice breaker to indulge our annual sensual pleasure.
Just the thought of it is enough to make you melt.
Bruce Apar is a writer, actor, consultant, and community volunteer. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org; 914-275-6887.