Today was the first snow!
I was really surprised as I opened my front door and I saw a flurry of big, fat, white snowflakes tumbling towards the ground. They weren’t even drifting. However, the temperature was obviously too warm for any of the snow to actually stick–everything melted by the time it managed to brush against the cement ground. The snow hardly stayed on the grass and flora either; it might have stayed for a few minutes and melted, too.
I was busy carrying my bag with Tess of the D’Urbervilles still left to read and feeling that my Ipod nano stayed in my jacket pocket as I ran up the hill towards school. Even though I had my hood up, which made me look like a long lost Eskimo, the snowflakes still chilled me as it landed on my nose, cheeks, and eyelashes.
I also went to Caramoor today with the orchestra to listen to a string quartet (who were very good, but obviously so, since they tour around the world). On the bus ride, with my earphones plugged into my ears and my book on my lap (left unread), I stared out the window to see the snowflakes rush by. I must be reading too much poetry lately. I started thinking with phrases like snow white peppered on the sodden leaves. Who thinks in their thoughts with such flowery language?
3 Responses to “Today was the first snow!”
November 20, 2007 at 5:44 pm
^ That’s quite true. But the ironic thing is that I live in the New England region.
November 21, 2007 at 2:24 pm
Dear Y,
Perhaps the world is only in our mind. I imagined you far away as I had been reading from a Korean site before hand. Forgive me.
I love that you are sharing who you are somewhere nearby…seeing beauty and taking a moment to give it form in words. Perhaps you are on break.
Thanksgiving. And I’m awaiting with expectation the first eggs from my growing hens. It gives such pleasure to peer into the dark boxes and see curved brown shapes.
I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Bye for now.
November 20, 2007 at 7:27 am
First Snow -
Miles away, the first snow also falls in New England (northeast USA). Not soft warm flakes but small pinging pellets. And your beautiful poetic words give me pause to rejoin the moment with slower mind, with fewer thougths and more listening.
You asked, “who thinks in such flowery words’?” I say, not ‘who’; presence itself sees itself and fills with words of gratitude.