Snow
As the cold returns from its yearly hiatuses I am reminded of the life that I have.
As snow barrels down my window the noise of the cold knocking on the glass reminds me that not every person is as lucky as me in this moment. My windows protect me from the water that snow brings. My roof protects me from the hail that comes in the night. My walls protect me from the wind that barrels down the sidewalk.
Although my home is not a mansion and my clothes are not designer, what I have makes me a king. As the blanket falls on the trees so does my blanket fall on me.
Snow is a miracle that is seen as a burden. Every condition has to be perfect in order for snow to fall. And every condition has to be pluperfect for the snow to stay the night. And yet this perfect thing is complained about.
The temperatures freeze and so do my hands. My hot coffee turns to ice coffee after three blocks. And yet, I wouldn’t want it any other way. With my frozen nose and a thick jacket, I am able to brace the cold like a penguin.
The cold brings memories. Memories of building snowmen out front. Memories of waking up early just so I could find out that school was closed. Memories of hot chocolate and marshmallows. Memories of a mindless movie playing while I sleep on the couch. All the bad washes away with the snow. And I am left with a pure mind that is filled with only the best memories, and a perfect day.
