La Neige

The first day of December has mostly come to pass and I must say that the weather suits the occasion. It started snowing earlier this morning and it's the first time this season that it has actually snowed in Chicago. Perhaps Mother Nature, God, Fate, etc. truly is/are that poetic.

In any case, it's the first day of December, it's snowing and it's beautiful. The first day of snowfall is always the most pleasant; it falls so slowly like a feather and it almost seems to levitate in the air. During the first snowfall you're walking through it, not "in" it, which is a temporary delight. After a few days or weeks this snow will become nothing more than brown slush and puddles that I will dread walking through to and from class, home, etc.

With snow, I always associated it with reflection. For some reason, I find myself in reflection when it snows outside. Perhaps it's because I'm subconsciously reminded of the passing season and the changing weather. Realizing that "something" has come and gone makes me look back and try to recollect what has passed. It makes me want to re-experience the things I was not aware of until they're out of my grasp. Of course, as you are also aware of, dear reader, we can never reattain each and every fleeting moment. It's like snowfall I guess. You can't catch every snowflake, but the ones that you do get ahold of, cherish the very moment it falls onto your palm until it simply, silently, and placidly melts away.