Friday, January 23, 2009
My daughter is on a mission to see snow. As a Florida native she has never experienced the bitter cold, the scrapping of ice off of a windshield and the obstacle course between parked cars and pedestrians when you finally lurch into drive.
She has never had to shovel herself out of a door or been unable to shower because the pipes had frozen. She has never been so cold that the snot on her face has frozen in a white line between mouth and nose. She has never had to avoid stepping in gray slush as the snow begins to melt.
The kid also has never experienced sitting by the radio or TV listening intently for school closings. She has never looked up at night towards the street light and seen the enchanting way the snow looks as it comes down. She has never taken that one big deep breath of icy air or exhaled the steam caused by it. She has never made a snow angel or a snowman. She has never been beaned by a snowball and retaliated with one of her own. She has never come in, stomped her boots making a puddle by the door and get the scent of the hot chocolate being made just for her.
I really need to make plans to take her up north soon.
Posted by Christine at 10:05 AM