Snow, it correlates with winter, right? Falling from the sky on a winter night, people opening their windows to take a wiff of its sweet scent... why do we look forward to it so much? Obviously when you are young you are more than thrilled to hop in and play, but as we grow older, we seem to keep on waiting for it, hoping that it will be soon. Well, when you break it down, snow is water that is frozen into ice particles that fall from the sky. You'd think we would hate this. But just maybe, is it our own inner-child waiting for the snow? Wanting to frolic in it's cold, white, bed? Certainly, you'd think we have gotten over this childesh past-time, but can you truthfully say that you don't stand there, thinking about running through frosty white pastures? Throwing balls of snow at your friends? Making snow angel? Even building a snow-person? We all do it, even though some of us try to hide it, we all have our inner child, wanting to seep through, wanting to run in the snow, wanting to laugh and play. But why don't we? Do we have this feeling that people will judge us on being happy? Do we think it is beneath us? Why do we deprive ourselves of the joy that we once had? Do we think that it is adult-like? I certainly think not. On the contrary I think it is even more child-like. To act too old, pretending things are beneath us. That is everyday I give into my temptations, and let my ever-burning child come out, as I call up my friends and drive out to the nearest ditch, playing like when I was little. Because aren't we still? Inside we are the same little child, waiting to have fun. Waiting to be let loose. Now why won't you? Why won't you give in to your emotions, and play? Play in the white blanket Mother Nature has sent for you, just for you. Breath it in, the scent of snow. And maybe, just maybe, you will let yourself go, and once again, become your young self. So listen to me on this occasion when I say, when the snow falls go out and play. Why? Because it's Snow.
JigglyJelly · Mon Jan 22, 2007 @ 01:10am · 0 Comments |