There is a simplicity in snow that calms the heart, and a paralleling complexity that catches the eye. Peace fills the soul as we observe the evenness it creates among features so different. Sparkling, it fills in gaps in our surroundings and between the hearts of each other; children and adults alike, all blending their beings together in the magicality of it all. It fills the holes in our human and physical landscape, allowing us to see, just for a moment, a new side of something we once were comfortable loving. It blankets imperfections with the idea of something pure, one that we know is only surface level, but one that we still we trust anyway.
When you look outside the window the morning after a storm the sun rises higher and higher. With the silence of the new day, you somehow begin to see less and less. The snow, it seems, works in alliance with the sun to block you from seeing everything, except for its own beauty. You feel warmer, and in awe of how you have been allowed to experience something so precious. Yet, its funny how many of us, in the same breath, reach for our sunglasses. We thrive to go back to seeing the dimension, the texture, the hints of color that come through the blanket. It’s almost as if we want to find something wrong; tt’s almost as if we are missing the point.
You can look at it any way that you want, but I think that snow, has something to teach us. I think it’s a an environmental condition trying to tactilely represent love. If you think about it, love, is something just as compelling between two people. It’s one of the only things that draws many differing individuals together, if even just for one moment, all at the same time. Love fills you with peace, and fills in your holes, to create your evenness. Hints of love, brings to light nuances that may have gone unseen in individuals with whom you are closest with. Love allows you to see who someone has been, accept them for who they were before you, but covers them with something completely untainted, something pure to trust despite what we know what may lie underneath. You see love, love wants us to feel that warmth of the sun, it wants to blind us from any of the other colors that can break through, so you can’t help but appreciate it. So the next time you reach for your sunglasses, think about the value of that moment you are trying to examine further. Sometimes, all we see, is all we need to see.