Oh, The Joy, Oh What a Thrill

The joy of watching a first snowfall, as the snowflakes touch the ground and are there for a second. You wish you were one of those snowflakes, but their life span is short.

It is the start of the moment you get all giddy. You once wished it would snow enough to keep you from having to go to school, then as you got older, it was your wish that shifted to not having to go to work.

The snowfalls slowly, ever so slowly while you are in awe of the sight, just like you were a kid all over again. You watch with the amazement and wonder of snow as it starts out slow in covering everything, from the grass and sidewalks to the cars on the street and then the kids come out to play in the snow, turning it into piles of this and that, no longer untouched by human beings.

The new snowfall brings with it a sense of well-being, of belonging, in your apartment and not wanting to venture out into the snow, no matter how deep it may be. You want to remember the way it was at the first sign of snow falling and want to only remember that moment, pure and simple.

The snow is your town, on your street, from either left or right, as you decide how far you want to travel to get where you either want to be or where you need to be. You want to be lost in your thoughts as you register the moments of excitement and joy your heart feels with the idea of how complete this makes you feel and how it leaves you breathless and in awe.

The plows have left it as it is and was. No one has done too much to it as the snow lies where it may. You are willing to take pictures for memories sake, to remember the moment as it was like a blank canvas waiting to be painted on. The idea of a new undiscovered picture that develops into a refined work of art. You wish for the new snowfall to be considered for such a huge project.

The backdrop of the town and the people make for a Norman Rockwell style painting, adding to the soon less than picturesque moment. First the scene will be drawn on the page to be later painted then the other additions will be filled in after the focal point is fixed upon as the center piece that everything else wraps itself onto.

Depending on who is the one with the idea, who is the one who sees the scene as this way or that way, it will be altered in so many ways, the original idea will be lost in translation. No mere words can begin to describe the idea that started in one's mind.

The brush strokes will flow, the gaze and redone will be figured in as the blurred scene comes to life and takes on a picture of its own. It will speak volumes and will have never uttered one word. The vivid colors will stand out individually and also in unity. Most will not know how to see it, others may have an opinion or think they will.

The admirers will leave you speechless. The dreamers will mention how they would have immortalize the scene in 30 strokes of the brush or less. Great genius never is to be rushed or hurried. It takes patience, patience, patience. It is seen by many, maybe known by few and hovered over by less than that.

As the snowfall, that started out as a small amount, begins to build up and lets you know that nothing will be opened, and most will sigh loudly, while the ones who make a living off of the customers that partake of their business establishments, will roll their eyes endlessly and will complain about missing out on all the people who will be mad at the idea of missing out on that morning coffee or reading the newspaper while either coming home, or heading out to work, first thing.

The young ones will sleigh ride through the snow-covered streets. The adults will make their way down the same streets, to either go to work, if they can or those who seem to just make it a habit of being somewhere when they can, do so.

The city/town hall has an emergency meeting to divide up the chain of command, for handling the problems added to the mess of recent snowfall. It has gone from, "Oh there is no problem." To this, "Oh, now you are considering this a problem, while other pressing problems are placed in the "to be dealt with in the near future" box and handled in the order they were put into the box."

There are those who know nothing of all that is involved in keeping a well-organized town running smoothly unless they have been told firsthand what all will take place. The suspense is more than one can bear in mind, much less actually help out to fill in the gaps and the openings that were made by this.

The town board will help some, only going so far so they can claim what they may or may not have done will be due to the first snowfall. There will be a for and against ballot in the paper you use to vote and see who the winner will be, no matter whom you vote for. May the best man win.

That is a laugh, and it gets responses. From in the lower bottom up to the upper area that is all money and no brains. The ones who complain about the snowfall are the ones who won't get out to help get it cleared, so that businesses and people alike can resume their daily lives and get where they are going.

The workers and those who are attending school, complain most of all without a clue to what is involved in the debate of how to handle this matter. They are all lost in the idea that snow will eventually melt away, but it could take forever. Machinery to remove can take up to a week to utilize and update the city on the progress that has been made, if this is to actually be done by the ones who never have to worry about bad weather much less a snowfall.