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I realize that this comic is highly inaccurate for modern readers. It has been brought to my attention that today’s generation of children despise the snow and only stay indoors to play video games on days off. The media has lead me to believe that this is an epidemic and that all kids everywhere are becoming slothful fat buffoons. Kids these days, right?

I kid the kids! Plenty of kids love the snow.

The funny thing about snow, now that I’ve become an adult (you could argue that this has yet to actually happen), is that I have nearly the same reaction to it as I did when I was seven. I want to go out and jump around and build snow forts. This isn’t really acceptable at my age but I don’t really care. Adults are supposed to look at snow and groan and complain and worry about whether the roof is going to hold up when it starts to build up, but I just can’t find that reaction in my databanks. Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t own a house. I suppose I could start worrying about other peoples’ roofs…

This winter has been absolutely ridiculous in the Northeast. Here in Massachusetts we’ve had 4 foot piles of snow lining our roads and driveways for a couple of weeks now. It’s pretty awesome. I’m not really a cold weather person so winter is all about snow for me. Without, it just feels like a dreary and freezing version of summer. This state looks like hell in the winter without any snow.

It’s interesting that when I graduated from High School I moved away to Arizona for a while and experienced living in a place that doesn’t have any real seasonal changes aside from temperatures. I remember being there and being perturbed by the lack of winter and scoffing at people for thinking 60 degrees Fahrenheit is cold. I missed winter and fall when I thought I wouldn’t. You really don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.

Snow and winter are inextricably tied up with childhood wonder in my mind. I can’t quite figure out why that would be. It’s just frozen liquid drifting down from the sky, right? But it’s more than that. There’s so much you can do with the stuff. Making snow men, snow forts, having snowball fights, going sledding, so on and so forth. I mean, the Inuit know this shit better than I do. Those people can do amazing things with a little snow. Practical things.

Part of the wonder and joy of snow falling in the winter has to do with the fact that it acts like a nice set of clothes for the landscape. During the time when everything appears dead and brown, this stuff blankets the earth and gives it a brand new look. It’s pristine, it’s beautiful, it’s quiet. The hush you hear when you step outside late at night while snow is falling heavily is incredible. You really can’t hear anything else like it.

It seems silly to think this much about something so seemingly insignificant but the small things often capture my attention, pulling me out of whatever it is my brain is occupied with at the time. Funny how that happens.

Next time you need to go out and shovel and you’re feeling down about it, why not take a break and pause to enjoy the simplicity and elegance of the material you’re moving. Go jump around and have fun for a bit. You only live once.

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