First, the snow last week. Living in Pennsylvania was my first experience with a "snow day". We just didn't have them in Florida! I can remember watching the weather report and hope, hope, hoping that we wouldn't have any school the next day because of snow. Most of the time we would wake up and see the trees and grass still bare and brown. But every so often we would look out the window to a world of magical whiteness. The thrill never wore off the three years we lived there. I remember once it started snowing in the late evening, and school was cancelled that night. I stayed awake as long as I could, looking out my window and watching the snow fall in the beam of the street lamp. The beauty took my breath away.
Fast forward twenty years and I'm experiencing de ja vu. We found out Thursday afternoon that school would be cancelled the next day. Of course, everyone started saying that we had just jinxed ourselves out of any snow. It certainly looked that way Friday morning when we woke up to hard, cold rain. As the girls expressed their disappointment, I could help but feel disappointed too.
Then about 2:30, the flakes started to fall. They were big, fluffy, heavy flakes that I knew would stick. I know I was just as excited to pull together an outfit suitable for snow as the girls were. James got home around 3:15, after the base announced it was shutting down for the weekend due to conditions. We spent the next three hours getting our fill of snow.
That night, after we were all warm and dry again, I turned on the back porch light and watched the flakes fall until they stopped. I was eleven years old again.
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I am so glad you elaborated. Course we were talking bawling watching the olympics also.
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