It started snowing yesterday, small little flakes that for hours instantly melted upon contact.
By mid afternoon I spotted little clumps of snow sticking, on a rooftop, on a branch, on Oly's sad toy in the middle of the yard.
This morning Olympia is covered in a blanket of snow, and big fat flakes are continuing to float to the ground recovering the tracks made as we all tromped into work this morning.
When it snows I find myself thinking back to all my fondest memories involving snow.
The family vacation when I must have been 10, 11, 12? We stopped in the parking lot near the ski resort and my father and my best friend's father built the worlds most insane sled ramp. We'd huff our way to the top, clutch our tiny saucers, and scream our heads off as we catapulted down the shoot. Hitting the ramp and flying into the snowbank and erupting in laughter. Our fathers immensely proud their daughters were such dare devils.
Thanksgiving in Big Bear. A tiny cabin and the four of us watching Shania Twain's Christmas special on the little tv next to the wood fire. The next day spending all afternoon with friends and family on the longest snow hill I'd ever seen. Crashing in giggling piles at the bottom. After dinner a wild game of cards with the whole troop, snuggled on pillows, chair arms, laps, and on the floor. Laughing and whooping it up while snow fell outside. So thankful to be together.
Christmas Eve in Santa Fe. Walking down the art gallery alley on Christmas Eve night. Luminarias everywhere you looked. Christmas lights strung from every eve, tree, and building. Holding my mother's hand as we strolled in the chilly air. Stopping to gather with strangers to warm our hands next to fires formed in the middle of the street on stacks of bricks. A stranger handing me hot cocoa with a "Merry Christmas," my father bursting into spontaneous song on the walk between galleries, strangers around us suddenly joining in, "Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening, a beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland."
Freshman year in college, the first day back from Christmas Break. Waking to see Seattle covered in snow. Walking to class and smiling from ear to ear as I marvel at how quiet and peaceful our bustling campus became with a few inches of powder on the ground. Being late to class because I can't stop snapping pictures. With classes canceled running back to the dorms to make snow angels in the field and using cafeteria trays to sled down the dorm parking lot hill. Thinking to myself, "I made the right choice in coming here."
Snowboarding trip to Whistler. Too many bodies crammed in the car, squealing when someone farted. Our first real adult vacation, being blown away by Whistler Village and our oh-so-adult condo. Proving our adult like status by mooning the people across the way. Waking up bright and early and hitting the mountain before the village had even begun to stir. Winding down a random ski path and suddenly smelling waffles. Turning the corner and spotting a tiny cabin who's only two items on the menu are gourmet waffles loaded with everything your heart desires, and hot cocoa. Eating ourselves silly while looking down on the entire Whistler Village. Bliss.
December 2008, Seattle snow storm. Work closed, schools closed, roads closed. With no place to be and unable to use our cars, bundling up and heading to the streets. Walking through our little neighborhood in Madison Park and seeing neighbors helping other neighbors dig out cars, build snowmen, all marveling at the transformed neighborhood. Adam and I stopping every 5 minutes to throw a snowball or snap a photo. Standing outside his house and helping to physically push cars back around down the hill to safety instead of upwards to their slippery doom. Meeting friends in 'downtown Madison' for drinks and all tromping together in the snow since our cars hadn't moved from their parking spots in days. Never wanting to live anywhere else but here, surrounded by all the people I love in our perfect little community, hidden from the rest of Seattle.
2009 Crater Lake blizzard snowshoe trip. Senior year snowboarding trip where we stopped on the way home at a Christmas Tree farm to see a baby zebra. The one and only time it ever snowed in the Santa Ynez Valley, getting out of school not because roads were unmanageable, but because it was so rare to have snow in southern California period. June Lake, our tiny A frame cabin, so close to the mountain we could ski to the back door. Grandpa's cabin, Presidents Weekend after Presidents Weekend learning to ski and snowboard at tiny Bear Valley. Spring Break at Mount Bachelor. That big house filled with friends, laughter, aching bones and war stories of jumps gone terribly wrong. Sitting in my living room watching snow fall out my window, snuggled up with my puppy with nowhere to go.
I could go on and on.
This southern Californian loves snow.
Loves loves loves.
So happy snow day to you my friends.
And if it isn't snowing where you are, grab a snow cone and hold it really close to your face.