This year, if you’re like me, you’ve been patiently waiting for snow, even if it was just a slight dusting. November went by, and then December, your dreams of snow slowly starting to become nothing but just that, a dream. I sat up late at night wishing upon that first star, praying for snow, asking the sweet heavens above for just a few snow flakes.
That’s when it happened. January came around, like it does every year, and gave us wishful snow lovers some hope. The days became colder, and my love for snow became stronger.
January 22, 2016 was the day that will be etched in my memory for the rest of my life.
The snowpocalypse was the most beautiful event I’ve ever witnessed. The snow began to fall in the early morning hours and didn’t cease until the following night. It created more than a foot of snow and made me happier than the day I graduated from high school.
The delicate precipitation covered the bare branches of the trees in my front lawn, making them whiter than the oscar nominees. The roads were covered in sleet and snow, making it impossible for me to make my daily McDonald’s run, but the breathtaking sight of the crisp, yet soft, snow was worth it. I imagined the snow singing, as it fell, “Baby, I’m worth it” and doing the naenae.
However, one of the best parts of the immense snowfall was the day school was cancelled. I remember the happiness that bubbled inside of me, releasing itself through my mouth in the form of exciting scream and chanting “It’s the best day ever!” and planning on sleeping in until at least noon. I stayed up almost all night watching murder documentaries and not feeling one ounce of guilt.
It was one of the most joyous, stunning, and life-changing experiences I’ve ever had, including the time same-sex marriage became legal. It wasn’t only beautiful to the eye but beautiful to the soul. I only hope that, one day, everyone can have the same deep emotional evolution on their soul that this Snowpocalypse had on me.