Wake up! Its snowing!!!

Wake up! Its snowing!!!
When was the last time you heard someone say that. Well, for me it was the very first time. I opened my eyes, drew the curtains and it was white. All white.

I simply couldn't believe my eyes. Couldn't contain my excitement. Nor could I control my feet. They sprang out of the room of their own accord, down the stairs, through the door and out.. welcoming the flakes that were still falling.

They fell softly, gently. And I knew. Right then. We were going to be friends. More than friends maybe. It seemed like a perfect match you know. It was worth the wait.

All those years of anticipation, the yearning, the longing, the pining, the numerous expectations, the fanciful imagination, my mind's conceptions, concoctions even. I couldn't wait to behold the precipitation.

I had imagined this moment so many times. How would I feel? How would I react? What must I do? What must I say? Should I be silent? Or should I delve straight into a conversation, a dialogue, some friendly banter maybe? Should I be formal? Or relaxed and laidback? Should I play it cool? Detached and indifferent? Intense and thoughtful? Mysterious and hard to get?

But nothing prepared me for this moment. The moment we first met. My heart was racing, excited, scared, happy, throbbing. All at the same time.

I was delighted. The snow was beautiful and I love all things beautiful. The snow was gentle and who doesn't like a soft caress. The snow had enveloped the entire landscape in almost no time and I've always respected achievers. The view was enchanting, might I say, bewitching. I was certainly charmed. I felt a chill. He was cool. The situation looked promising. I could see a future.

It seemed like a good alliance. My kind of man.

I boldly and enthusiastically ventured out. In my enthusiasm, I threw caution to the winds and gave right into the impulse. And I didn't bother to use any protection. I paid the price you know.

I made my first baby too. A snow baby of course. I was aiming for a snowman but I quickly realised, the Lord has given me a lot of gifts and talents. But craftsmanship, he has not. My long fingers weren't very useful in making anything that looked like anything. The end result looked like a baby to me. He didn't quite come out very proportionate. But he's cute all the same. His name's Plum. Cause his mouth's shaped like one. (That is also because it is one)

Anyway, within a few minutes of handling the snow. I felt this biting cold in my hands. My hands went numb. And so did my feet. My toes began to hurt with the cold.

His coolness didn't seem that attractive anymore. When I tried talking and reasoning with him, he turned to ice. The path was slippery. The flowers had been weighed down by him. It didn''t look like they would survive. Everything was white. There was no colour to be seen.

Then it dawned on me. As beautiful and wonderful as snow is, he is. or rather, can be very harsh too. He causes many accidents, delays and he can be very inconvenient as well.

I rushed back into the house. To feel the warmth. To get the blood running in my veins again. To experience life. To forget that cold, numb, lifeless feeling.

Once I had recovered, I looked out the window and I was drawn to the snow yet again. This time, I took the necessary precautions. I was more careful and better covered. I did enjoy the scene. My clothes kept me warm and protected me from his harshness. And this allowed my eyes to enjoy the view. The new view. The true view.

I returned home a little later.


By afternoon, he was nearly gone. The sun had come out and he had melted away. I was sad. Not heartbroken or anything. Just sad that I didn't say goodbye. He didn't wait long enough. He couldn't I guess.

He took Plum with him. I'll miss the little fellow. I'll miss his father too.

And in all honestly, I do love the snow. Not as a companion though.