If you get the news in any format, you’ve heard the whining, cursing and lamenting about the weather in the east. It is severe, for sure, but it is just weather, we can adapt; and as I heard from a guy at the Swedish embassy a while back, “There’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.” I personally like inclement weather in general, and snow especially, and even as an adult get up in the middle of the night to take a look.
But we have in the house now Cynthia, a Californian who doesn’t see much of it. Yesterday when she came into the house, without taking off her wraps she went over to the sink, where I saw her bent over gazing down. At what, I wondered.
There was a small mittenful of show she wanted to savor up close, in this way.
She is not weary, jaded or inconvenienced by snow, but has a fresh childhood fascination. Neither that nor the snow will last forever.