Let's Talk About the Weather

I got all my leaves raked.  Or, okay, I didn't, but the trash service's free leaf pickup is over, so by default I'm done raking leaves.  Which means I have something to admit to you. 

Come closer.  I'm only going to whisper it. 


I kind of want it to snow.  

I know, I know, I know. 

That is like the worst thing you can ever admit in Chicagoland.  But I'm entitled to my feelings, and that's how I legitimately feel. 

Part of my desire for snow comes from a ridiculous misconception I hold about how there's a limited amount of crappy weather each season, and you might as well get it over with early so it's nice in the spring.  You know, like the winter that starts late is going to end late.  Like most people, I find a pretty dusting at Thanksgiving to be much less vile than the snow that's still coming down when professional baseball starts in April. 

In actuality, I'm sure the start time for winter weather has no bearing on the end time for winter weather.  And that's okay, because my wish for snow doesn't really stem exclusively from my misconceptions about weather anyway.

It's just that I legitimately like snow.  It's pretty. 

I remember the first snow after I moved here.  Do you think it will snow today? I remember asking somebody at my gym.  I sure hope so. 

You're crazy, she replied. 

And apparently I'm still crazy.  There's still enough Californian left in me that I get excited every time it snows.  Well, okay, maybe I'm not excited about those last little spring flurries.  By then I'm counting down to the opening of the pool. 

But now?  During the holiday season?  It just seems right that everything should be dusted in a little coating of snow. 

I like the way everything looks uniform and clean when the snow has fallen.  And can we all agree that a snowfall is peaceful? 

In conclusion, that is why I like snow.  No snow right now feels wrong, like we're neither here nor there.  And you know my feelings about neither here nor there. 

No doubt many people disagree with me here.  And if a big storm comes our way, those people will probably blame me for willing the snow to come (because I am just that powerful).  So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go duck from flying objects being thrown at me.  Though, if I get my wish, those objects will be snowballs.