The crisp air brushed against your icy cheeks, the chilled air against you and the rest of world, and the feel of the first snowflake trickle on the tip of your nose. The first snowfall of the season is exciting, and exhilarating, the sight of sparkling white powder shimmering its beauty, and jealousy through its reflection from the stone cold glassy windows. When fall comes to an end, the whole world abruptly pauses, and waits for that first snow of the season. The first sight of snow is always the prettiest, and most appreciated, after that its beauty is taken for granted and is completely unwanted and wished away. The world is still waiting for that first snow of the season, the first time mother nature shows what true purity is, and how it can really shimmer through anyone’s eyes.
Winter always seems like it drags on forever, with all its gloom and darkness, and to some it appears like winter causes less motivation from humans, than if the weather was not twenty degrees, but eighty degrees, sunny and full of possibilities. Even though the chilliest season of the year happens to be the longest, that does not mean there is not a day when the snow brings happiness and possibilities to the dark gloom of winter’s edge. Everyone has a story, a memory, of when the millions of uniquely engineered snowflakes brought joy to them in some way, shape, or form. Some bundle up like eskimos trudging their way through the Arctic, and carefully shape and mold perfect spheres to create their own version of a charismatic Frosty the snowman. They gently place his button shaped coal eyes precisely the same distance apart and his carrot nose just right, and thick sticks of wood shaped as arms parallel to each other. Others race their friends and loved one down the steepest hill covered in thick solid blocks of padded snow, just enough to give that sled enough horse power to get off the ground. Some just surround themselves in the parachuting snowflakes, and just feel them touch their skin one by one, and absorb into their pores. The making of snow angels is very common and possibly an unspoken tradition to be done during every first fall of snow, the idea of molding your body into the shape of an angel and precisely forming two perfect angel wings is sacred to some. The act of snow angel making is basically saying that one had marked their place on this world by engraving their bodies into angels and having their works of art be viewed by the universe and the possibility that something greater and better is out there just waiting for them to reach out and grab it.
