Snow days are like watching a late night movie. They’re exciting and exhilarating at first, but then near the end you feel like passing out. A snow day comes and it will immediately start your adrenaline pumping, then throughout the day you will become lazier and lazier until either something wondrous happens or that day ends. In case you hadn’t noticed, there was a lot of snow and ice that blanketed everything. Schools across Maine were canceled for the day. I had one of these exciting/ boring days. Nothing seemed to satisfy me until I unwillingly went out to shovel the heavy snow. As I immediately stepped out the door, I was bombarded with the sound of repetitive dripping. It was magical.

The entire world seemed like it was encased in a glass prison. It was a truly spectacular sight. The birches were lined up against the road bowing to all the cars that passed by (although they were bowing dangerously close to the power lines). The iced over snow lay soft and intact; unfortunately, that had to change, so I simply plowed through still taking time to appreciate the beauty of it all. Well, I suppose the moral of the story is why not take time to stop and sniff the roses without getting caught in the intoxicating aroma. YA RIGHT, I was just sad because I had to shovel it.