March 9th, 2015
Why am I feeling this inexplicable regret as I watch the yellow grass emerge from beneath the blanket of snow?
Water dripping from the balcony above serves as a reminder of the wonderland that surrounded us, only two days ago, when the world was covered in icing from a birthday cake.
Streams of melting snow frame the narrow roads around the College of Medicine today, washing away the memory of winter…
This may be the last time I see you, dear First Winter. We have been through many adventures together. Do you remember:
- The time I slipped on a mound of ice on my way to school, and spent the entire lecture trying to preserve my keyboard’s hygiene
- or the time I finished reading a novel in the car while I waited for the sleet to melt on my windshield
- or the time I slid across a sheet of black ice in the courtyard by the library, only to exclaim, “I sprained my medial collateral ligament!”
- or the time I decided to walk to school when it was zero degrees Fahrenheit outside, so I could fully experience this milestone in my life.
Such wonderful adventures; I will never forget the thrill of discovery.
As I was growing up, “snow” was synonymous with “holiday.” And thus I spent the last two months of my life on an extended vacation – a “Thanksgiving Take Three,” as it were.
I’ll miss the satisfying crunch underneath my boots, the simulated experience of marching toward the South Pole on a foolhardy expedition.
I’ll miss my routine of emailing my parents a screenshot of the forecast every morning.
I’ll even miss hearing others complain about the weather – because I know, like any true expeditioner, that subzero temperatures are nothing to complain about. It’s just air, after all.
And now, as I walk outside with only a featherweight jacket over my shoulders, I notice something I have not seen in months: bird droppings, splattered over the trunk of my car. I scoop a handful of melting snow from underneath the tree and scrub away the last of the blemish. After all, my bottle of Windex is still frozen solid.
Aftermath: March 20th, 2015
First day of spring.
Jeanne Rodkey said:
Aww! What a great post!
I loved the word picture that went with the crunching of snow… ‘going on an exbition to the South Pole!’ And the Northern climes as well, I might add!
I affirm the courage of this Southern California girl to purposely walk outdoors at zero degrees! Huzzah!
I must do my own boasting… as only an Alaska Girl can do. I walked to school when it was 42 degrees below zero. I knew it was cold, but I didn’t know how cold it was. Now that I am also a Southern California girl, I am very impressed with my young self! Usually it was only twenty degrees below zero… the forty below thing was uncommon.
This winter, they’ve had uncommonly warm weather in Alaska. In fact, there were probably many days when it was colder in Hershey than in Anchorage! Indeed, a check at weather.com reveals temps of 43 in Anchorage, while it is was 35 last night at Hershey!
I’m glad you always get to carry a mental image of your ocean from home as you experience the cold winters of the Northeast.
Fondly,
Auntie Jeanne
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