Snow (or how my Utah heart began to thaw)

This morning I woke up, brushed me teeth, turned on my computer and was greeted by my weather bug chirping about snowfall in the DC area. I wasn't quite ready to accept the icon, so I stubbornly kept the blinds drawn in a desperate attempt to stave off the harsh chill of reality. Alas, Zach had no such bashfullness. Because his inner child was raised in Alaska, Zach was bouncing around like a puppy, pulling open the blinds in a giddy fervor and revealing the ice cold flakes of evil coating my once temperate and pleasant home. 


Can you tell that snow is not my most favorite of weather? It didn't used to always be this way. In my Oregon childhood snow was a miraculous substance that blanketed in the world in loveliness and winter cheer, and most importantly of all brought with the miracle of school cancellation. But four miserable years of trudging about in Utah winters managed to beat most of my snow spirit out of me. During those perpetually snow and sludge coated months I began to bitterly refer to snow as the hate of the world and would generally had a bah-humbugesque attitude.  


But, even with my bitterness, it seemed worth snapping a photo or two through my window, so as to have evidence of my discontent.

Curiously enough it was actually kind of fun having an excuse to use my camera. And avoiding studying did seem like a solid plan. So I figured I may as well through a coat and boots on over my oh so chic yoga pants and giant shirt ensemble, meander down stairs and take a few shots. Hey, I'll take any excuse to wear my awesome whale boots.

 

To my great surprise it was actually kind of pretty outside. With the snow icing the previously bare and depressing trees and lending a touch of softness to the old brick buildings, Soft, white flakes gently floated down, leaving little kisses on my nose. In spite of myself, there was something nice about the scene. 

I ventured out a little ways, took a few silly shots of myself in the classic outstretched arm method. I may have started to skip and twirl a little bit amidst the flurry.

Catching sight of the church steeple towards the end of the block, I made my way down towards the lot of Christmas trees on its lawn, took a bit of a detour over to the Catholic church across the street, and other wise enjoyed wandering around for a bit.

 

For the bored and the curious, I have more pictures on facebook. All in all, I'm not sure if it's just the lack of Utah-ness, my love of the whale boots or if it really was pretty outside, but for the first time in a while I really enjoyed the snow. It remains to be seen wheteher this will last, especially as teh winter wears on, but for today it was a pleasant surprise.