I stand corrected: there actually 3 types of snowfalls. I did mention two types before. There is the kind of snowfall that leaves you feeling kinda depressed (ie "Seriously, what the hell is up with this weather?"), when the wind is driving the snow sideways, and outside would be completely white if it weren't for the slate-gray sky. The wind sounds like a sell-out crowd at Madison Square Garden booing the woeful Knicks, and flakes look like small ice chips that just can't wait to try and tear you apart. The second type of snowfall leaves you feeling thankful and uplifted; the type that I described before (ie "Wow this is just beautiful").
The third type of snowfall is somewhat a mixture of the first two: it leaves you simply in awe of Mother Nature. It's a lot similar to the first one; you have your ridiculous amounts of driving snow as well as the Madison Square Garden howling winds. However, instead the sky is clear and pleasant, the snow fluffy and almost inviting. Outside looks exactly like the inside of a snow globe after furious agitation. During such times all you can say is "Wow..." ....and that's it.
Today was definitely a Snowfall #3 day. I had gone out at 6 a.m. (don't ask) to shovel the driveway, and right when I finished #3 began. I didn't think much of it at the time.
I just came in from snow-blowing the driveway, which had more than a foot of snow covering it.
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I put up my Christmas tree yesterday evening, which ended up being more fun than I thought it would be. I had contemplated not putting it up at all, seeing as it's only me in the house...good thing I didn't listen to myself!
In all honesty the tree doesn't look all that great. It has a threadbare appearance and is decorated sparsely (too many decorations to choose from!). It doesn't even have a star on the top (I couldn't find one). However when you turn off the lights and plug in the tree lights, all those minor shortcomings seems to disappear. The white lights shine through the green needles of the tree and reflect off the primarily red decorations to create a harmonious blend of colours; the tree subsequently emits its own aura that, in my eyes, epitomizes what any Christmas tree is supposed to symbolize.
To me it's not about the flashy multi-coloured lights and the tacky, flamboyant tinsel. My tree's quiet, soft glow communicates peace, subdued power, love. Instead of a "HEYYYYYY THIS IS THE CHRISTMAS TREE IT'S SOOOO AWESOME!!!!", it's a "Shhhhh. Come. Sit. Christmas is such a beautiful thing, is it not?"
That's just what I did. I sat by my Christmas tree for a couple of hours last night, in the dark, bathed in it's soft aura. It was great :)Labels: Christmas, Christmas tree, snow |
