Down in the land of alligators, mosquitoes, and Chubbies shorts, snow is the one dream that Mickey Mouse cannot make come true. The number of people older than myself who have never seen snow is actually rather astonishing. I remember, on one occasion, it sleeting and everyone in the neighborhood was running outside to see semi-frozen water fall from the sky.
While I have been blessed to see my fair share of snow, unlike my Floridian brethren, it is still somewhat of a novelty to me. Unlike my former roommate from Iowa who viewed snow rather apathetically, my lack of experience with snow has allowed me to retain an appreciation for its beauty that I might have otherwise lost had I grown up somewhere where snow was commonplace.
It just so happened that I found myself sitting in the snow this afternoon, watching it float down from the sky to kiss the earth. You see, this afternoon was one of those times where I just needed to get away from school, people, and responsibilities so that I could think and pray. I bundled up in a hat, gloves, and jacket, and drove myself up to a local bluff where I occasionally go to ponder what’s going on in my life.