Sunday, March 27, 2005
Deceitful and Dangerous: Snow
I open my eyes and I see only a blur. I rub them to force them into focus, and then realizing they already are in focus. It is back, ths is once again casting a cloud over my vision and heart. Children love snow, for them, snow is synominous with “Snow Day.” They cannot see the snow as I do; I know that its white, innocent, fluffy appearance in only a disguise for what is actually taking place. The trees have already prepared for ther wretched winter months. Those tha can, keep their foilage and stand defiantly against the snow that pours from the heavens. Those trees that could not hold onto their green wrappings, stand naked waiting to be inspected and judged each and every day. Each day they are tested whether or not they are strong enough to last through to the next day. The people are similar. They walk through the treacherous snow, not a single smile can be afforded. They are too busy holding onto their woollen scarfs, though it matters little for the snow brings the cold. That cold penetrates through every layer until it reaches through to our inner most being. Not ceasing until it reaches the very marrow of us. The icy wind teases at the flaps of our coats, meanwhile the snow continues to paint us with its poisonous whiteness. Outside is so bright yet none of the brillance from even a single sunray can break its way through the thick, suffocating clouds. Perhaps winter will end and the snow will leave but if it does, I know this much, the snow will give all the fight it can to stay for as long as seasonally possible. This is the bleak picture I see before me. I will hope to see you all when life begins and Spring finals wins and kicks the last stubborn snow piles back up north.