Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Snow & the City

You know what I've definitely noticed people like to say?
They love to tell you that you don't love snow as much as you do.
That sounds weird, I know. But I swear it is true.

I love snow. I love it so much. I love the way it makes drab roads and scenery look like they emerged from a f*cking Jan Brett children's book. Or the fact that it amplifies an already beautiful landscape into a silent, crunchy-footed, piece of art. I love the way it makes 'insides' so much better. Really, you tell me what is not to like about drinking hot beverages, watching movies and curling-up inside with a blanket of snow out your window? There's nothing like it. It's the best.
^Loving my snow day in Portland, Feb. 2014
Yet, when you tell people that you love snow in the city or when I explain this to people, I am always, always, always told that I don't/wouldn't like the snow.
"Yes, I would. I really love snow. I wish we had it all winter long instead of slow drizzle."
"Oh no you wouldn't, you'd get so sick of it. Trust me."

Ugh, I don't trust you. I trust myself! I trust that you don't like snow for long durations but I trust that I actually do. So kindly stop telling me that.

This may seem like a ridiculous thing to get worked up over and I would gladly agree with you. Truth is, it doesn't make me mad. It's just an eye-roll inducing, pet peeve at most. It seems to be what everyone loves to say when you say you like snow. Like when someone announces at a party that they (or their child) is getting their driver's license soon- someone will say a joke that's in the vicinity of "remind me to stay off the road!" Hardy-har-har...

But guess what? I love snow. And our last snowfall in the city in February was just about my favorite day I'd had in awhile. First, I woke up and went over to my balcony to discover this view:
I quickly made myself a cup of hot Licorice Spice tea (oh my, the best!) and stood outside and took it all in. Every white rooftop, every sparkly tree branch- so stankin' gorgeous. After the tea, I armed myself with my DSLR and rushed outside in my winter jacket to walk the city.

Though I was by myself during that four-hour excursion, I had the most amazing time practicing with my camera and even popped into 3 cafes peppered throughout downtown: One for a pot of cinnamon tea, one for some hot water w/ lemon and one for a piece of apple pie. 

I crunched back home happy, full & positive that I really, truly do in fact: Love snow.
[All images are mine]


Pat Hatt said...

Nothing wrong with loving snow. Do I? Umm no. Mainly because we get a ton of it and it is such a pain in the arse to drive in. If I don't have to go anywhere for a few days, let it snow. Otherwise I hate it.

Unknown said...

Yeah, those comments are super annoying for sure. I always get something along the lines of "You think you love snow, but you really don't. Or at least not as much as you think you do."

OH, really?!?! So, I think I love snow, and I'm myself so it probably stands to reason that I know myself and what I like and don't like, but you somehow know better than me how I feel about this?! Bitch, please....not even trying to hear that.

So glad you're back blogging! Your posts are so fun and always make me laugh before I start the drudgery of my 9-5.....

Kara said...

Gurl you should love whatever you love. Life is too short to judge people like that! I personally struggle in the snow (physically and emotionally, lol) but I agree that it is absolutely beautiful. I also looooove snowy sports! Cross country skiing, sledding, ice skating, yes please.

Caitlin @ Candyfloss & Persie said...

@ashley - lol, exactly! I swear that it's a true statement. and ha, thanks!! So nice of you to say. Thanks for helping to light the fire by keeping my planned date!