Let It Snow!

The view from the back deck.

What is about a snow day that sets our minds a-racing, our hearts a-flutter?  Snow continues to pile up outside the literally frosted windows as I type this, making Al Roker look like a genius, which, let’s face it, he is.  Is it that we are trapped in our houses, we can’t possible reach the office?  Because we’re not, really:  In this age of PDA’s and SUV’s, when we can e-mail someone a photo we Facebook-ed two seconds ago, we are all connected, always, all the time.  Perhaps it’s that false sense that we have an unexpected day of rest, a break in the mundanity of our lives:  The salads to prepare, the trips to the gym, the dog to the walk, the kids to the school.  Most of us don’t live the lives we associate with New England winters, with idyllic sledding and afternoons by the fire with a good book and a mug of grog (seriously, what is grog?).  We have pages to write, we have bills to pay, we have TV shows stacking up on the DVR–  we don’t live the life of Robert Frost, but we have, nonetheless, “… miles to go before [we] sleep.”

I was just downtown (wearing my wonderfully silly snow hat, with its ugly red-an-blue pattern bought at a Turnpike rest station for 10 bucks), and it’s remarkable–  the pristine white snow piles up on the branches, the houses, the old train station, and it does make everything the way we think it should, if just for a moment.  Most of our lives are so uninterrupted by the seasons, modernity has conquered that and so much, so much that perhaps we did not want conquering.  It’s the reason I’ve always wanted, once in my life, to spend an off-season in a place that has an on-season; most likely Nantucket, of course.  To truly feel as though we are living through the seasons when so many of our brethren must rush to the Real Life that we all take part in.  It’s the reason I’ve got Josh Rouse’s excellent Winter in the Hamptons on the iTunes tight now.

Maybe the snow forces us to become smaller, to shrink our ambitions–  our wants are to make good spilt pea soup, to toss on that movie we haven’t found the time to see, to retain power (in the literal sense).  Maybe the snow reminds us of those glorious things known as ‘snow days’ from our childhood–  a respite from the awful 8 am mornings when we trudged into classrooms, half-asleep, not wanting to know a damn thing about how to conjugate a French verb (sure, I’d like to know now, nut not then).  When you’re a kid, are there two better words than ‘snow day’?!

Snow falling on snow.

We think of winter as the cold intruding upon November and Thanksgiving weekend, of icicles and candy canes and the warm gingerbread that all leads up to the 25th of December.  But really, this is winter:  The cold drudgery of February, the snowed-in days, the winds of March when you think the spring shall never, ever break through.  So now there will be dishes to the washer, pages to type, some chores to do.  But I promise myself:  This afternoon I’m going to make a snow-angel and curl up by the fire with Colum McCann’s Let The Great World Spin.  ‘Cause it’s a snow day.

Enjoy the snow day!


One Response to “Let It Snow!”

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