Snow Flurries

“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!