Winter Rituals

I greedily eyed the gently falling snow last night.. not caring that it would inevitably slow traffic or that people would need to shovel.. all I wanted to know was when exactly enough of it would fall so that I could play in it. Nearly an entire winter has passed and I had not yet re-experienced the wonder that is lying in a freshly fallen pile of soft snow. You know, the good kind that kinda feels like feathers... until it soaks through your clothes and then it's only pretty to look at...

While walking home tonight I realized that there were many untouched front lawns, just waiting for me to jump in. I resisted the urge until I was almost all the way home at which point I decided on the small area of grass (now covered in snow) right outside my apartment building. I carefully placed my knapsack and groceries on the sidewalk and then after checking to see that no one was watching, I climbed into the snow, paused for a moment, made a snow angel, then got up, dusted myself off and went inside.

Now, I'm officially ready for spring.