It's snowing today in New York. It's been snowing off and on quite a bit for the last week or so, but this snow is supposed to accumulate a few inches by the end of the day. It's certainly coming down fast enough for it.
Falling snow is stunning to look at, certainly. And I love watching it come down. On Tuesday while I was working at The Tripwire there was a snow in the morning with flakes the size of walnuts, and watching it come down from the 13th floor window was so exciting that people were coming from all over the office to press their faces to the glass and watch the flakes float to the ground.
But watching it this morning I found myself thinking of a particular snow from my freshman year at Murray State (during which I do believe I wore flip flops to walk across campus) that happened during finals week, just before I was going home for the break. I remember sitting in my desk chair next to our seventh floor window at Elizabeth College watching the flakes collect on the roof of the Baptist Student Union below. There was a feeling of excitement that came with that snow, and it wasn't because I was going to get a snow day from school or run out and make snowballs. It was more because we don't often see snow in Murray (or in Memphis). It's not a three-times-a-week from December to March kind of thing. So when it happens, you just can't take your eyes off it for some reason.
I leave to go home for Christmas on Tuesday, to an undoubtedly less-white Christmas. My next blog will begin a series that I call The Panty Land Diaries, which will document some of my experiences at that ladies' underwear store that shall go unnamed.