The Power of Snow

I did not make the pattern but I would do something like that.

What is it about snow that brings out the kid in us?  Is it that it automatically brings up memories of sledding, making snowmen, having snowball fights when we were that makes us revert to a childlike state? 

This morning I was working at a campus that happens to be on the top of a hill. (I work at a college.)  As I got closer to campus the rain changed to snow and the snow started to accumulate.  By the time I got to campus there was about an 1/8-1/4 inch of snow.  Nothing much but enough.  As I was walking to the office I noticed the pattern in the snow.  Someone took the time to create that pattern in the snow.  It took much longer than just walking down the sidewalk and thought about how to create the pattern. I saw at least three different areas where this pattern was on the sidewalk.  This may have started out as a brief whim but they just couldn't stop themselves from continuing. After they had finished and were in their class or office I just know that this person quite pleased with themselves. 

That is the power of snow; it can take a college educated adult and revert them into a silly kid.  And when we are removed from it we think, "It's just frozen precipitation. It messes up the commute and is just generally kind of a pain."  And yet inside our inner kid is secretly hoping for snow and staring intently into the sky for those little white flakes. Although some of our inner kids are closer to the surface than others.