It’s been a bit chilly here in Denver the past few weeks. We’ve already had a couple of light snows and we’re expecting a little bit of snow this coming week.
Back when I was a kid, I remember making “snow houses” with my sister and cousin. We’d play outside for hours and it never bothered us. We had a wood sled with metal tracks that we’d ride down the hills in the field across the street. Hell, this was back then we actually had enough snow to go sledding, which is not something that’s normal nowadays.
When you’re a kid it often feels like winter lasts forever. You are out in the weather more often (or at least we were) so the seasons seem longer. These memories make me realize that children live in the moment. They may look forward to something upcoming in the future, but their minds are often uncluttered with all the things we adults have to remember. They are able to take the time to really ponder the shape of a snowflake and play in the snow before it melts.
Whereas we adults are too busy to play in the snow. The snow is a hindrance. We hate driving in it and shoveling it. We can’t wait for it to melt. Not to mention it’s too damn cold.
When was the last time you went outside when it was snowing that big, fluffy snow, and held out your gloved hand to catch a snowflake — all so you could look at its shape for that fleeting moment before it melted?