First Snow

Today we’ve gotten what the weather forecasters would call the first measurable snow of the season. I usually like the first snow. I find it picturesque and generally view it as a harbinger of fresh possibilities. The first snow usually makes me feel like I have another chance to accomplish something…anything. It doesn’t have to be spectacular or life-changing, just a change from the normal. Like the first day of really warm weather, the first snow to me just means another chance. Period.

This year, though, I looked at it and thought: “meh.” I can’t be a hundred percent sure, but I think it’s because I’ve had a year that’s gone slightly off course, and I’m still playing catch-up. Also, mentally, I am totally unprepared for the frigid weather that a Chicago winter brings. I’d better get prepared, though, because it clearly ain’t going anywhere.

Later

Tagged: personal, random thoughts