“Open the right poem at the right moment and you will be intoxicated
by the distillation of meaning; as its sense unravels you will find it reaching
into the nooks and crannies of your mind”-Daisy Goodwin
Just I finished reading these lines, my mind instructed my
eyes to look out for some wintry flurries outside the window. Yes, the
temperature has constantly been -2 or less and the heavily pregnant sky appeared
as if her waters are going to break any time. I have been subconsciously
awaiting the snow flakes for more than a month now. Snow to me is like a white
angel from the sky who affectionately caresses the earth as she gently flies
over it. At times she is the cure for melancholy, she actually brings so much
warmth in me that my senses are altered.
I have always been happy to see snow. My first ever idea of
snow came to reality in Oct 2004 around 7:30am in the morning, when I was traveling from a village in Germany
to the big city of Muenchen. It was
one of the surreal experiences in my life. I enjoyed the walk under the snow
with a thick pullover and no umbrella. Someone mentioned that the initial
flurries settle on the black jacket as dandruff. How rude can one be to do such
a comparison? The first time snow settled on me, I felt like I was covered by
flower petals. I like snow, but not so much the Ice. Ice is the beautiful twin
sister of snow but with an attitude. Mostly, she only brings chaos and trouble
elsewhere she helps preserving anatomy, history and entices people in
gastronomy.
At last, the windows gave me sight of the first entrée of
snow for this year. This snow has come in the right time, it has awakened my
spirits. I summoned everyone around to glimpse her. She is still there outside
covering everywhere with whiteness. So pure, so light, so tender…I Love Snow,
just like some people in my life!
