For The Lack Of Snow
Fatboy Slim, "Praise You Like I Should"
previously, Dave Brubeck, "Give A Little Whistle" off of his fantastic album, "Dave Digs Disney"
The gap between entries has been steadily growing. Let's see if I can do something about that.
As I sit here, somewhat in the mood to dictate thoughts to my hands, I look for a subject and seem to be gravitating toward the bizarre weather we've been having here in New England. It's winter here. Well, sort of. Since the turn of the seasons (not the actual turn on December 21st, but the climate turn somewhere between November and December), we've had a week of cold weather, if that.
Most of our days have been at least in the 50's. One day a few weeks ago--a Saturday, I think--it was actually 70 out. Seventy degrees! This is January in New England. It's generally in the single digits by now. We've had a total of maybe an inch and a half of snow and that's only been in the past couple of days.
I had ventured over to the church with my brother to meet up with a few buddies to practice improv on Thursday night. We pulled into the parking lot and exited the car from our respective doors. In the light of the parking...well, light, were big, fat snowflakes silently pattering their way to the ground. I had to stop and simply stair at them for a little while, enjoying that which I had practically lost hope in. I really thought this winter would pass without a single snow.
But, Adam, how does a snowflake silently patter? I mean, if it's silent it doesn't make any noise. But if it "patters" then it does make noise. So what's the deal?
Good question, reader. Good question. You see, snow likes to be payed attention to. It doesn't beautifully drift its way to the ground under threat of melt simply to be ignored. If you're somewhere with lots of distractions, it knows. It will hit the ground without an ounce of audible expression. But, stand at a still and silent point in the universe and you find that...hey, snow does make a sound! It's very gentle though, so you must listen intently and enjoy the simplicity of its unimposing nature.
I really hope we get some more.
previously, Dave Brubeck, "Give A Little Whistle" off of his fantastic album, "Dave Digs Disney"
The gap between entries has been steadily growing. Let's see if I can do something about that.
As I sit here, somewhat in the mood to dictate thoughts to my hands, I look for a subject and seem to be gravitating toward the bizarre weather we've been having here in New England. It's winter here. Well, sort of. Since the turn of the seasons (not the actual turn on December 21st, but the climate turn somewhere between November and December), we've had a week of cold weather, if that.
Most of our days have been at least in the 50's. One day a few weeks ago--a Saturday, I think--it was actually 70 out. Seventy degrees! This is January in New England. It's generally in the single digits by now. We've had a total of maybe an inch and a half of snow and that's only been in the past couple of days.
I had ventured over to the church with my brother to meet up with a few buddies to practice improv on Thursday night. We pulled into the parking lot and exited the car from our respective doors. In the light of the parking...well, light, were big, fat snowflakes silently pattering their way to the ground. I had to stop and simply stair at them for a little while, enjoying that which I had practically lost hope in. I really thought this winter would pass without a single snow.
But, Adam, how does a snowflake silently patter? I mean, if it's silent it doesn't make any noise. But if it "patters" then it does make noise. So what's the deal?
Good question, reader. Good question. You see, snow likes to be payed attention to. It doesn't beautifully drift its way to the ground under threat of melt simply to be ignored. If you're somewhere with lots of distractions, it knows. It will hit the ground without an ounce of audible expression. But, stand at a still and silent point in the universe and you find that...hey, snow does make a sound! It's very gentle though, so you must listen intently and enjoy the simplicity of its unimposing nature.
I really hope we get some more.
posted by Still Daddy at 5:27 PM
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