FIRST SNOW
It started as a bitter day, a cold wind blowing down from the north. By the time I finally got home, you could feel it coming, that firsst dusting of snow that marks the beginning of a long, cold winter of discontent.
We have been lucky this year. ususally the first snow comes on Halloween, a light dusting that clings desperately the the ground as a harbinger of the winter to come. This year, we managed to last until late November before the inevitable change arrived. But change is inevitable.
When the first snow arrives, it a portent of things to come. The first snow shows that while the world can be a beautiful place when all goes white, it is a strange disconnect. Winter can be beauty, but it is also a beast.
When the world is blanket in that pure white blanket, it is a beautiful place. It is beautiful as long as you are looking at it from the inside. When you are out in that world though, it can be a fierce and commanding experience. Wind gusts every which way, blassting stinging particles of snow and ice across your already wind ravaged skin.
It is the winds of winter that bring the true misery. On the calmer days, it truly is a paradise. On the rare days where the snows fall fat and fluffy, it is a true paradise on earth.
This is the first snow of the year though, and no matter when it comes, it always seems too soon.
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