25 January 2009
Manic Monday - Snow
As I may have mentioned (repeatedly, ad nauseum, will the woman please shut up), I was born and raised in California. This meant that I had never seen snow falling. On three occasions we did drive to the mountains for a visit after it was on the ground and half melted, but that was it. Then at the age of 40, I moved to Washington DC for almost three years.
My favorite place to be almost every weekend was the National Mall where I haunted the museums for all of the history and art or just enjoyed the sheer beauty of the buildings seen through the trees.
Then came the day of the first snow. I looked out the windows of the U.S. Chamber and there it was all soft and fluffy and falling on Lafayette Park with the White House half shrouded in the swirling flakes. First I opened the window and put out my hand as all the easterners started laughing. Then I stuck out my tongue to do what kids have been doing every winter for millenniums. This sent a couple of people rolling on the floor. Then I raced down the marble stairs to spin in the falling snow.
Luckily, it was a Friday and the snow kept coming. That weekend I got to see the Mall with fresh snow and in the evening the tiny fairy lights in trees on the surrounding streets and all the glistening reflected shine. As with all magical moments, this too came to an end with brown slush on the streets, slippery melted wetness in the Metro, buying my first real winter coat and so on.
But as with all things magical. It was great while it lasted. This brings us to this week's musical selection about another type of great while it lasted magical events.
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