Snow

Growing up in Lake Tahoe there is no way for you to avoid the wonders and reality of winter, in fact you come to love it.  Or at least I did, I love winter, as much as I love summer because you are not in school and you feel like you have the world at your finger tips, winter quietly captivating.  The snow mostly is what I love about winters in Tahoe, from building snowmen to sledding to skiing. But not the activities that come along with snow but the snow itself it so aesthetically please.  My absolute favor thing about snow is snowstorms, if you have ever stepped outside during a snowstorm you know what I mean.  The perfect snowstorm is so peaceful and quiet you can’t even hear the snow falling on the ground and yet it is so destructive at the same time.  And yes of course there are those raging snowstorms with high-speed winds or wet wet snow that is basically slush coming out of the sky. But there is something so incredibly breathe taking about a quiet peaceful storm. This to me is very outside the order and ordinary, usually when it is snowing most people are indoors keeping warm next to the fire, they have no idea that snow is anything more the frozen water in their driveways. It gives you this amazing feeling that is very hard to explain, the crisp clean cold air, the silence. The silence is what always gets me, that something so silence can be so destructive.  It can kill; avalanches, frostbite, hypothermia, and much more. Yet you would never know what hit you because it is not like other storms that are big spectacular events. The emotion of knowing that such a beautiful thing is so damaging, like a poisonous flower it may look beautiful but you would never want to touch it.  Snowstorms are aesthetically pleasing for the eye and the mind.