On Friday, February 12, 2010, Metro Atlanta got a little bit of the weather that the northeast has been experiencing; a couple of inches of snow was just enough to cover the entire landscape, painting the world a beautiful black and white. I got off work early because campus was closing, and I took the opportunity to stroll through several shops in downtown Woodstock that I’d never been in before. I bought something for each of my parents, for their upcoming birthdays, and relished every moment against the backdrop of a thick snowfall outside. The local bookstore, Foxtale Book Shoppe, was particularly charming; I couldn’t help but think of You’ve Got Mail, with Meg Ryan and her independent children’s bookstore.
When I got home, I took a lovely walk, breathed in the white wonderland, and took a few pictures. We made a snowman when I got home, and frolicked around the backyard a bit more. By Sunday afternoon, most of the snow had already melted, and I must admit I was sad to see it go. My parents moved us from Michigan in 1998, partly due to a search for better weather (read: no snow). I can’t say I’ve missed it this past decade. But this weekend, it was a true snowfall, thick and gorgeous, and I found myself wishing it snowed here more often. (However, I know my Dad is still grateful he lives a few hours south of me, where the snow was melted within a few hours.)
I’ve been so tired of the cold weather lately – especially the cold and rainy days we seem to have had a lot of lately. But the snow the other day was so beautiful and refreshing (and rare!) that it made me forget how cold it was outside, and I could just enjoy the shimmery white everywhere. It’s been so long since it’s snowed enough that it sticks in your hair
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