As I walked home from school yesterday I looked into the sky and was slightly confused. Was this pollution raining down on me? Were they small leaves? As odd as it sounds I stopped my walk and looked around to see where these small white particles were coming from. Maybe it’s because I am in a different county or maybe it was falling a certain way, but I couldn’t put it together that what was falling on me was snow. I think it was partly because nowhere in the forecast did I see that it was going to snow. Also it is probably was the first time in a long time where someone didn’t come up to me and tell me it’s snowing before I could see for myself. Either way, it was a wonderful surprise. Soon I came to a crosswalk and had to wait. A man and a woman waited patiently to cross, but a junior high girl stood face to the sky, mouth open, catching snowflakes.
And as I am writing this, it is snowing beautiful thick flakes of snow out my classroom window. The kind of snow you might see on a post card or after shaking up a snow globe.