Truth be told, I miss snow. I still love snow.
Although it is possible that my Tennessee neighbors may not agree with me. Snow is not typical here and it has been many years since Knoxville has seen this much snow.
Snow makes winter beautiful and lifts the soul, relieving the eye of dull brown and lifeless grey. The pure enchantment of new snow is a welcome balm, even if only for a brief time, before modern life with all its ugliness interferes. And where snow is concerned, when mixed with cities and towns, roads and automobiles, snow turns ugly very quickly.
I am hoping that it is warm enough in the daytime here that the snow will be vanquished back into mud, rather than the greyish brown piles of ice and slush that were common in New York. Neither is lovely, but sidewalks and parking lots filled with brown ice seem an affront to my eyes, necessary, but too harsh of a reminder of the ugly underbelly of modernity.
My neighborhood has been plowed, although the neighborhood between me and the next major street has not, and my driveway is clear. I am ready for the melting, the overnight freeze, and the rain that is anticipated for tomorrow.
** Both photos were taken a few moments before sunrise, when it was still cold and a light snow was still falling.
