Monk's Sense of Snow
Feb. 4th, 2011 07:13 amI step outside to pick up the newspaper and there it is. I think that’s what it is. At first I have to fight off the suspicion that this is merely hoarfrost. It is very thinly laid, not much thicker than a single sheet of notebook paper, and more curiously, it is only settled on the sidewalks and roads as well as on the truck. However, it is very white, a bright white, and this is why I accept that we have to call it snow.
Still, after all these years of bemoaning the want of snow, this is a big letdown. You would have to be pretty zealous and determined to make a halfway decent snowball out of this paltry material. Any kind of recognizable snowman would be impossible for even the most creative and desperate fun-seeker.
No, this is definitely more mocking than festive. It may technically be snow, but I personally cannot count this as a true snow experience. Though, I am not sure if I mind any longer about not getting snow. It is pretty and everything, but I would prefer not being so cold. It’s just that if we are to suffer freezing weather, we may as well get some of the pretty, if we can.
Still, after all these years of bemoaning the want of snow, this is a big letdown. You would have to be pretty zealous and determined to make a halfway decent snowball out of this paltry material. Any kind of recognizable snowman would be impossible for even the most creative and desperate fun-seeker.
No, this is definitely more mocking than festive. It may technically be snow, but I personally cannot count this as a true snow experience. Though, I am not sure if I mind any longer about not getting snow. It is pretty and everything, but I would prefer not being so cold. It’s just that if we are to suffer freezing weather, we may as well get some of the pretty, if we can.