"Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery."
Jane Austen

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

A fickle flurry...

It snowed today. In Texas! For hours! The snow was not only heavy and lasting, it stuck. The white wonderland that became our yard provided my roommates and me the opportunity to build two stout, and slightly skewed, snowmen and make snow angles! It truly was beautiful to see everything cloaked in white. It's amazing how an act of nature, so relatively mild in this case, can transform the world into something described so eloquently in novels and poetry.

It was wonderful just to embrace the weather and the gift of snow in Texas with three friends. We had a snowball fight, slipped and slid on the icy ground, shook white flakes from our hair in laughter, and let our hands grow numb with a smile on our faces. Tests were forgotten, due dates dismissed, and stress completely disappeared for the hour that we lost ourselves in the flurries. In short, it was magical. And so memorable.

The Snow that never Drifts- Emily Dickinson

The Snow that never drifts --
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now --

So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was February's Foot
Experience would swear --

Like Winter as a Face
We stern and former knew
Repaired of all but Loneliness
By Nature's Alibi --

Were every storm so spice
The Value could not be --
We buy with contrast -- Pang is good
As near as memory --

10:40pm

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