Snow, Snow Go Away

Monday, February 16th, 2004 • 1 Comment on Snow, Snow Go Away

As I’ve mentioned, I grew up in south Florida.  Sunshine and oranges and a crime rate that would send most people scurrying to hide under their beds.  You know, all the good stuff.  It snowed once

in the entire twenty-three years I lived in Florida.  I was in fourth grade.  It was a huge deal, obviously.  Lots of jokes about hell freezing over and whether it was really cocaine falling from the sky instead of snow.  I remember that snowfall not because it was a freak occurence (and it probably lasted all of twenty minutes before evaporating in the humidity), but because it was the very first time I saw snow.

I’ve seen snow a few times since then, having moved to places where snow is not a freak occurence at all, but a winter non-event.  Every time I see snow, I regress back to that nine year old girl who saw it for the first time and was enchanted.  Soft white flakes drifting from a dark and cloudy sky, the air crisp with cold and the promise of something magical.  A fresh snow fall is a wonder of nature to behold and enjoy.

Or so I thought until this winter.

I am so over snow, I can’t even tell you.  It’s snowing and sleeting alternately tonight, with the promise of—not magic—more to come throughout the night.  It’s February 15th and there is snow on the ground.  The south Floridian in me considers Valentine’s Day to be the beginning of spring.  Winter in Florida lasts for all of two months—December and January.  By mid-February, it’s time to bring out the shorts and open up the pools.  So despite the fact that I haven’t lived in Florida in almost fourteen years, my internal body clock says it’s spring.  My external body, however, is wearing three layers of clothing and freezing its ass off.

Of course, my dislike for this winter’s snow might have something to do with the fact that I haven’t gotten to enjoy a snow day this winter.  Virginia is both a state that gets snow and a state that is ill-prepared for snow because it really doesn’t snow that much.  Which means a flurry of snowflakes is enough to close the schools and city buildings.  That would be delightful, except that every snowfall we’ve had so far this winter (and I will confess it’s really only snowed three or four times—but it stayed on the ground for weeks!) has occured on my days off.  So not only do I not get to enjoy a snow day, I’m also trapped in my house because I’m a big scaredy cat who won’t drive in the snow.  Trust me, it’s as much for your safety as it is for mine.

I’m ready for winter to be over.  However, if it wants to snow on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday, that would be just fine with me.  I’ll take a snow day, even in February.

Posted by Kristina in Essays

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