My Kind of Snow…

I woke up this morning and as I was going about my morning routine of making the bed, applying moisturizer after my shower and getting dressed I was suddenly struck by the fact that behind my closed blinds the light seemed abnormally bright. Not in a ‘the sun is out’ kind of way, but in a ‘there’s a whole lot of white out there’ kind of way. I popped my finger between two of the flat plastic pieces and lifted just enough to get a peek of the cul-de-sac that I currently reside on. Sure enough, everything was covered in a soft, white blanket of snow. And me, the snow grinch herself, smiled. Why? Because the cul-de-sac itself was wet and black, the snow having already melted.
As I sat and worked for an hour or so I watched the sun fight it’s way from behind the clouds and the snow slowly began to loosen it’s grip on the trees outside of my window. By the time I was ready to run my errands at 10:30 am, I had to dodge the drip of melting snow on my way to the car. I grabbed my snow brush and with little effort cleaned the last remaining vestiges of our ‘snow storm’ from my little green Focus. The roads were now clear and dry.
Looking out my window now, there is no sign that the white blanket even existed this morning. This is the type of snow I like. The kind that falls softly, glitters in the sunlight and melts away as if it never was there at all. What a stark difference to Maine, where snow stays put until April or May, gets nasty and dirty and keep the roads in constant danger of forming black ice.
That white blanket of fresh fallen snow this morning was a reminder of why I’m here in Virginia and why I’m anxious to take my next step and get my own place in North Carolina. Mild winters. Fit for a princess.