[sharkchomp]

So it is winter and we've been getting much more snow than we usually do here in Tennessee. It's been snowing tonight and we're forecasted several inches for Monday. When I was a kid I LOVED snow. We didn't have to go to school. Then the sledding, snow ball fights, snow cream, hot chocolate, defrosting by a hot fire. Now that I'm an adult, snow isn't quite as fun. Driving in it is a bitch, you worry about getting to and from work, wrecking or someone hitting you, it takes a lot longer to get the truck ready to drive in. The cold seems to affect me more now and I really don't want to sled in it.

There's like an internal struggle inside of me. It's become a love/hate relationship. No matter how dangerous it is, it is still so beautiful. It seems to cleanse the earth, a new beginning. I'll curse the snow when I am trying to drive home in it but when I'm safe and warm I'm excited like a little kid.

I'm taken back to my childhood. I have such a vivid memory of being at my gramma's house in Wisconsin. It was frigid cold and everything was covered in snow. My grandparents had set up two cots for us to sleep in downstairs in my grandpas office. My cot was by the window. I can remember laying by that window tucked in a wool blanket by my gramma watching the cars drive up the road. They had storm windows over the regular windows and ice crystals had formed on them so as the cars slowly made their way up the road the ice crystals would be illuminated like a kalidascope. I would try to stay awake as long as I could! lol It was such a great memory for me because of the beauty but I felt so safe and loved.

So.... that is what has been on my mind tonight

~~~shark~~~~~~~~