Solderpunk wrote about his first experience (I believe) with
a snowy day[1], which he described as "unaturally peaceful,"
and "quiet and still." Solderpunk is in Finland I think[2].
Perhaps there are scientific explanations for why a fresh
coat of snow makes the world softer and more peaceable, but
if there are I don't want to know about them. A good poem
on the matter, on the other hand, could enrich the thought.
I recall my first two snow experiences. The first barely
counts, as it was such a light dusting that it mostly only
stuck to the cars. It was a particular weather pattern that
dropped a little bit of snow in Phoenix AZ in the early 1980's
when I was a kid.
The second was a lot more meaningful; it was easily a foot
or more of snow that covered the country side the first
winter after my family moved to Sherwood Oregon in 1989.
Already Oregon was a magical place to me. We had moved from
a sterile, concreate-jungle home in the city to a home on 60
acres of rolling hills, orchards, and forest. The fresh-
fallen snow seemd to be nature's way of wrapping the whole
experience up in a blanket and giving it an icy kiss on
the cheek.
Even though snow can get a little tiresome as an adult
(something I don't ever recall happening as a child,) I
still experience what Solderpunk described with a fresh
fallen snow. Quiet, peace, and a feeling that the world
isn't quite as busy, or quite as full. Thank nature, or
God, or whatever you like, that the feeling never has to
go away.
[1]
gopher://sdf.org:70/0/users/solderpunk/phlog/snow.txt
[2]
gopher://sdf.org:70/0/users/solderpunk/phlog/introduction.txt
