“Snooooooowwwww”!!!! White flurries rush down the canyon and slam across my body as my arms spread wide like an eagle. The first snow is always a giddy time for me. It reminds me of the time I was snowed at my grandmothers in Wyoming and missed school for a month. The time my dad tossed me in snow pile and I sank so deep there was two feet of snow above my head. The time I first made an igloo in Montana and at home it is a sign that my birthday is near (October 30th.) Only four months late I finally saw snow on our trip up to the Potomac River and luckily it followed us back to Richmond.
Ironically the day before I had been bragging to my friends about the 70-degree weather, shorts and tees, and plenty of sunshine. Now there is three to five inches of snow….EVERYWHERE! This presented interesting choices to arrive at my reflection spot but nonetheless I did make it and enjoy the splendors abound. The world was still, except the subtle flurries of snow drifting down from the sky. Canadian geese flew into the scene in the shape of a “v,” swooping left and right and then skidding to a halt on the water. So peaceful and so surreal as if only I existed in this magical snow globe. Three trees form perfectly into a seat and upon this seat I sit and look at the world. Is this the real world I see or one of my creations? When you think back to the first time you saw someone’s face, how does it look? For me they are always different and certain features are accentuated such as the head, eyes and hair. These don’t ever match up with how I currently see their face but somehow my vision on a first impression is skewed. Is my view of the world also skewed upon first impression? Or is it skewed upon memory?