I woke up hopeful this morning.
Yesterday, the weather had behaved a little better than it has been in recent weeks. In wasn’t snowing, the ice was starting to melt, and I didn’t have to cover every inch of exposed skin under some type of knitted something.
I woke up thinking, “Maybe today will be like yesterday. Maybe it’ll even be a little warmer than yesterday.”
After I checked the weather app on my phone, which informed me it was about 32 degrees outside, I realized that the weather wasn’t really better than it was yesterday’s, but it wasn’t going to be the epic, bitter wintery mix that chipped away at my outer epidermis and sanity all through January. And so, it was with a slightly lighter spirit and more optimistic outlook that I wiggled into my long-johns and extra undershirt this morning. And as I made my way across campus for my first class of the day, tip-toeing around big, slushy puddles, I thought that maybe, just maybe, today would be one of my last multi-layer-days of the year. Maybe, I thought, some day next week I can just wear pants without the extra layers of under amour beneath them.
But then, this happened:
I watched this happen out a window. It was pretty painful.
At first, it was a slow, gentle snowfall. This was disappointing, thought not devastating. I was okay with a little snow falling so long as it didn’t stick.
But then the snow got heavier, and heavier, and even heavier. The flakes grew larger and greater in numbers. In less than 30 minutes, what started out as a gentle sprinkling of snow had turned into an all-out blizzard.
I swear I heard my long underwear cackling underneath my jeans.
I walked outside after class, already feeling sad and defeated, only to find that not only was the snow cold, wet, and stupid like snow always is, it was sharp.
I’m going to say that again:
It wasn’t hail, freezing rain, or some other type of precipitation that we know to be a bit more stab-y than snow, it was actually sharp snow.
I can only assume that this arrived because I dared to hope that we’re nearing the end of winter in (what I thought was) the safe space of my mind, and Mother Nature felt compelled to teach me a lesson.
I can’t believe I thought about wearing rain boots today.