Today was the perfect snowy kind of day, the kind that makes you want to curl up in bed with your significant other/friend/pet/stuffed animal, and watch movies all day while sipping hot coco. I live for these days and love every minute of them when they arrive. For those of you who have ever experienced a snowy day, I’m sure you understand the pure beauty that only freshly fallen snow can bring. For those of you who have not been so lucky, let me just tell you; snowy days are AMAZING!
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always loved snowstorms. I’m not so sure what it is, but there is just such a cozy, comfortable feeling being all bundled up inside, while large, fluffy snowflakes cover the world outside. And as much as I love the days when snow is falling, I love the nights even more. When the sun goes down, but the snow continues to dump, the world just seems to change into a completely different place. I love to take my dog for a walk at night when it is snowing and just experience this alternate Boulder that only comes out during a snowstorm. The town is quiet and still, as a faint smell of burning firewood wafts through the neighborhoods. Everyone is curled up inside watching movies or doing homework. Everything just seems to stand still and rest for a moment as a fresh, white blanket of snow covers every inch of the town.
Being that I grew up in Boulder, I can’t really remember my first snowstorm. They are all strangely calming and familiar to me, like reliving a moment from my childhood. Since snow is nothing new in my world, I love seeing students experience their first storm ever. They are always so eager to play outside and to run around, making fresh tracks in the new snow. There is always one thing that surprises everyone during their first snowstorm; how amazingly bright the sky is. Because of the reflection of the snow in the moonlight, you can make out very intricate details that you normally wouldn’t see at night. You can see people’s faces, cracks in the sidewalk, trees and plants, and letters on street signs. Many people don’t believe me when I tell them this, so I attached a picture of the end of my street at night. This picture was taken around midnight, but the sky looks as though it is only six or seven at night.
While these snowy days are a bit common during the winters here in Boulder, they are (in my opinion) not common enough. I would love if everyday was like a snowy day and the world remained as peaceful and calm as it is right now.