It's snowing and my love for you keeps growing.

I have lived in Utah for five years now.  I am not a native to the state, or in fact to the States at all.  I am an English lady living across the pond in the welcoming wild west.   When I first moved here, it was a very difficult transition to say the least.  I have since acclimatized (some what – depending on the day in question).   Something I have never really admired is the snow.  Today, I think that is changing.

The snow started falling outside my house at 6:30 am. The exact time stuck with me because I was walking to my car when the weather changed.  Within minutes the tiny particles falling from the sky no longer had the projectile like force of sleet.  They simple drifted down.  One tiny flake landed on my right eyelash.  In that moment the vision in that eye went from LASIK obtained 20/20 to a sort of 1970’s wedding filter glow. In that moment, I fell in love.  I realized that snow has a sort of comforting effect.  It’s magic turned my cold heart of hatred into a warm feeling of appreciation. 

I don’t know I can promise that I will never again say that I hate snow.  I can say that today, my love for snow, and for Utah grew just that little bit more. 

Just another ordinary day.