Over the past few days the threat of snow has paralyzed Seattle residents. You can’t turn on the TV or radio without hearing about “Winter Storm Watch 2008”.
This massive storm has dumped at least 3 inches of snow at our home. It was so deep I wasn’t sure I’d make it to the mailbox this afternoon.
As much as I love Seattle I miss the big snowstorms of Utah. Not the storms that dump a few inches, but those that dump a couple of feet in a few hours. I loved the storms that hit early in the evening. My mom would make hot chocolate before sending us outside dressed in our parkas, moon boots, and gloves that were a couple sizes too large.
We’d build snow forts, have snowball fights and make snow angels. Did you ever make snow angels as a kid? I’d fall back into a fresh patch of powdery snow and wiggle my arms and legs until I was out of breath. Then I’d look up at the sky and try to catch snowflakes on my tongue. Every so often a flake would come down right on my eye sending a chill down my spine and tears down my cheek.
I don’t know how many snow angels I made as a kid. Easily a few hundred. I liked to pretend each snow angel I brought to life would watch over me. Sort of a guardian snow angel.
The night would end when mom would call us back into the house and we’d warm up again on hot chocolate.