I've never really enjoyed snow before. Not until today.

I mean it can be a fascinating thing at times, and I don't think I've taken it for granted. However, it's kind of cold with a twist of deadly at times. Snow has always been something of a nuisance to me.

Earlier today, I was forced to park at the top of the State Street parking ramp in town. The whole top of the ramp was covered in snow, but it had the last parking spot available, so I took it before anybody else could. It was a clear and sunny day when I left my car there, but by the evening, It had begun to snow.

My car hadn't been covered enough so I would have to brush it off, but I got a chance to watch the light snowflakes as the car warmed up. I turned on my stereo and Enya's Caribbean Blue was playing. It's an alright song, but it's a bit soft for me. After a few Enya songs, I feel like the singer Enya should collapse from hyperventilation.

Yet, when Caribbean Blue and light snow are combined, they have an almost magical effect.

I had the most amazing vision of tiny magical creatures clothed in white fur and lace dancing along the wind, spinning and holding hands as they sped along Winter's breath. At that moment, I think that snow became something more than something to be brushed aside or avoided al together. I saw the small workings of something greater... from the warm safety of my car interior.

I'll post a picture of my vision after finals... and my leadership projects... and after I get some writing done. *sigh*