It’s snowing! Hard. I hope it doesn’t stop. Until the cars parked on the side of the street are buried. And the ski resorts can turn off their snow making guns.
Snow is beautiful. It’s such an interesting phenomenon. It brightens everything up. It freshens the air. It makes dirty chais from Bard Coffee taste better. Snow makes riding down a mountain strapped to a snowboard a much more pleasant experience than if it weren’t there (I’m guessing).
To my fellow Mainers who complain about the snow I have a question and a bit of advice.
Why don’t you move? Winters in Maine are cold and usually snowy. There are other parts of the world where this is not the case. I moved to Maine knowing it gets cold, and I love it. You might as well live in a place suited to your personal climate preferences.
Take up a winter sport or activity. I’ve loved snow since I was a kid growing up in Alaska. I also remember with fondness heavy snows when I lived in Colorado, Massachusetts, Idaho and Utah. I like it. However, since recently taking up snowboarding again I can’t wait for it to snow and silently loathe the long periods without snow. There are many activities that can’t be done in summer, or a snowless winter. Start doing them and you’ll quickly learn to appreciate the differences of all our seasons here in Maine.
I lived in Kansas for far too long. For many reasons I did not like it there. So I moved to Maine. It snows in Kansas, but because there aren’t hills there are very few snow activities besides building snow people. This means we got all of the cons and none of the pros. Thankfully, in Maine there are LOTS of pros to snow (think snowboarding).
This morning it started snowing early. Saco schools are closed so the girls are staying at home. Because Skye was up I asked her to go with me to breakfast at our favorite diner in Biddeford, the Palace Diner. We had a great time talking and eating and just being together. After breakfast I drove her home and continued up to Portland. I parked in the garage as usual and walked in the heavily falling snow to my normal morning hangout, Bard Coffee. Sitting by the window watching the wintry activity outside while I drank my delicious dirty chai was pure bliss.
Now I’m at work, practically alone, watching the cars out my office window sliding around, pedestrians shielding their faces from the blowing snow, and plows tending to the roads. As I watch I consider the possibility of driving up to Shawnee Peak for some night snowboarding.
I love the snow.