There is something to be said about freshly fallen snow. It's white. It glistens. But it's more than that. The snowfall seems to recreate the world and give new perspective on life.
I know it has for me – I was recently hit by a car while riding my bike…so not particularly the best week I have ever had. I was riding my bike along a marked and well-known bike path in the city, when an older gentleman decided to open his door without looking to see if anyone was approaching his parked SUV. (As a side note, who on earth could possibly need an SUV besides park rangers and people who live in mountains terrain? Certainly not any city dweller I know–) I don’t exactly remember what happened, as I hit my head (thank goodness for helmets!) and blacked out for a few seconds. A the end of the day, I need to purchase a new frame for my bicycle, new helmet–and new trousers, as I now have a large hole in region of my bum. I have been walking around all week with a headache and a bad BAD mood–
%more%
…and then it snowed. Up until the point of snowfall, I thought "this city is awful. My head hurts. My leg hurts. People are mean, no one knows how to drive or walk in this place and it's dirty."
Then it snowed.
Now my city is beautiful – it is clean, it is fresh. Little kids are out running around, throwing snowballs. I can see my breath frozen in the air. While snow on the roads and a dented bicycle frame will keep me from riding for awhile, the snow has restored my feeling of “goodwill towards men” to its proper place. Really, a fresh snowfall (especially the first one of the year) wipes the slate clean.
I have the sudden urge to lie down and make snow angels. Life is good.