Not Cursing the Snow

The snow storms we had a while back reminded me of something: How much I hate snow. But a coworker mentioned something that made me think of you¹.

I remember when we would get a foot or so and the ground would be covered in pure, untouched snow. I think that was your favorite thing in the world. You couldn't wait to get out there. Normally, when you were outside, you needed something to do² if you weren't just laying down. But in the snow? Oh, man, you went nuts. You would leap around, duck your head in it, throw it around. You would run and run and run and play until you couldn't move anymore... and then you did it some more. When you came in, you didn't even bother getting the snow off of you. You just let itstay there, as if you didn't want it to leave.

Remembering that, I guess the snow wasn't so bad after all.

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1 You know, other than whenever I look at my phone.

2 Frisbee or tennis ball, which you would demand to be thrown forever, not seeming to care how much freaking slobber you put on it.