The dream came true for this snow-loving Northerner: it snowed in Texas! After three days of bitter cold, while I was tucked in bed last night, we received a beautiful fluffy coat of snow, enough to cover the streets, sidewalks, trees, and cars. I saw it this morning, then I ran outside to take photos because snow in Texas is seriously photo-worthy.
Now that I don’t live in a place that gets two feet of snow every winter, it feels much more special to me when there is snow outside. It’s pretty and surreal, a reminder to me of the temporariness of both our pleasure and our discomfort. It’s also a reminder of home, of all the winters I’ve experienced in Michigan and Evanston. It may sound odd, but I think snow reminds of my inner strength. I’ve spent many an hour wandering around outside on cold, snowy days. As a kid, I had a newspaper route, and we were expected to deliver those papers in sun, rain, sleet, or snow. Snow taught me that I am unstoppable: I may be slowed down by circumstances, but by sheer force of will, I will trudge through the snow to get the job done.
Today, I just think it looks pretty, transforming my little piece of Texas into a fairyland of white. It’s making me feel giddy, even though I think I’ll be walking or riding my bike to the lab because the busses aren’t running today. It’s okay because I am unstoppable. And I had a huge mug of coffee today—see the evidence above.
Happy Friday, everyone!