Uh-oh...it's happening again...another...
Blog entry 😀.
(Who gave me a laptop anyway? It's making it too easy for me to post stuff).
This entry is influenced by 2 things:
1)The numero uno #77 on the forum, Ms. Angel77 (if you ever read this, thank you very much🙂)
2)I woke up to my world blanketed in peaceful white.
I never intended to blog about weather or seasons again, but the season changes are truly one of the highest passionate forces that make up our existence on this planet. Again, this whole blog topic may not seem interesting, but I find it fascinating and wondrous...and that's enough for me to write about it. And if I do a good job, you will see the beauty too🙂.
When you think about the effort it takes for you to move around, change your clothes, eat...whatever...that requires the creation of energy on a microcosmic level. Think about how much energy is emitted by the trees and leaves during the spring and fall. By the clouds to absorb and release water in the form of rain and snow. (I didn't pay attention all that much in science class, so the manner in which I'm describing things can probably be explained in a way the reduces the romanticism...which is exactly why I didn't pay attention to this subject in science class🙂)
I had already pledged my love to the rain, when Ms. Angel77 mentioned her love of snow. It left me on pause for some time, pondering why I had not felt that way for what is basically another beautiful form of my love, the rain, clothed in an icy new uniform.
And the snow is indeed divine...that is exactly what I was forced to realize while walking my daughter to the bus stop. Well, first I realized that it was cold as sh**, and I was not thrilled. Then I started to seek comfort in my soft, warm winter coat...and for once I really found comfort in it. It felt more like being in my cozy bed, and I could relax in that moment and gaze at the snow...and I was stilled by the calm of the scene.
How utterly peaceful is the color white in such vast amounts. Unlike the rain, the snow paints the earth with its lasting color. Each and every snowflake is as beautiful as each human being...different...completely special and unlike any other...yet consisting of the same materials.
I fell in love with how you can leave your prints embedded in it...your impression on its form...and how it will remain there ...
(at least until the next snow fall)
I fell in love with how it touches your skin...and instantly transforms from your body's warmth.
It touches you...and leaves changed.
I could go deeper with this and tie it into a message about trying to leave those we encounter everyday changed for the better when we touch them (I don't feel like having a greeting card moment though🙂).
I could further romanticize this for myself...and revisit my love of the rain...personify the snow as a lover in new attire. Same lover...different tactics...(I rather like that thought
...but I'll refrain this time🙂)I think I'll just stop here...and return to window gazing.
