Snow makes humans nostalgic. Even those individuals who have grown up in places that never get snow, delight at the prospect of a "white Christmas" knowing the off chance of getting their wish fulfilled is slim to none. Yesterday marked the third "threat" of snow for the calendar year of 2011, and truthfully, by the disappointing show from mother nature the first two times around, I was skeptical. Office ladies were milling about with their 'snow-calling' sweaters bedecked with snowflakes and snowmen, trying to will it to be. Classroom teachers scoffed "see you tomorrow", or "be careful in all that snow out there" as I hopped on my bike and rode off into the sunlit afternoon. But, perhaps if you tote enough 'will' on sweaters combined with enough skeptics who secretly want the snow as much as the adorned, mother nature will actually grant you a white-coated morning to bask in; the snow day.
|room left, "kitchen", 2009|
|room right, "living room", 2009|
|Fairbanks' snow day, 2008|