I know others snicker at our reaction to snow in middle Tennessee – I do not care. This is magic, every minute to be savored.
Snow of any measurable amount, around here, is fleeting and rare. For places north and west, by this time of year there is a snow-weariness; a been-there-done-that kind of attitude. To be honest, I wouldn’t blame a northerner for feeling that way.
More after the jump
But not here. The whole town seems to be wrapped up in a breathless giddiness. The television news reporters, ever since last night, have seemed like they were going to burst with anticipation. It’s like a million people, all at once, were filled with the joy and anticipation of a night before a big trip to Disney World. Laugh at us, if you will – but when was the last time you and all of your neighbors felt giddy? Could heaven be like this?
It will be gone tomorrow. When I say fleeting, I’m not kidding. I took this exactly one week ago:
We in Nashville view snow as all of us should view life – with the eyes of a child. I’ll admit that lately I’ve felt a little weary of the world. I’ve done presidential politics, high gas prices, youthful idealism, youthful angst, church politics, work,work,work. I had slipped into a cynical attitude that mirrors the writer of Ecclesiastes.
Thank you God, for reminding me.
More snow photos here.