So much brewing in the cast iron kettle of my brain. Mostly, though, I want to talk snow.
An unexpected 'storm' dropped several inches into the Willamette Valley today. Is it that I was born midwinter that explains why I love the snow so much? A late February baby, Piscean and possibly even Rilkean... there is something in me that knows no peace until the snow falls. Sure-- falling flakes are known as tranquility personified to a shockingly cliched degree... but the snow falling in blankets on the city makes me well up with awesome and provides some kind of spiritual ecstasy that I can get nowhere else.
Maybe it is snow's absence from my life that makes me adore it so. I'm sure I couldn't hack it in a truly snowy climate, but for now-- with ignorance as my guide, that's what I'm secretly seeking.
