Everyone I know, with one or two exceptions, feels a certain amount of hate for snow.  Why is snow treated with such disdain? Snow is actually a beautifying agent.  Every ugly thing in the world becomes beautiful when covered in a thick blanket of snow.  The darkest nights take on an ethereal glow as the little bit of ambient light is reflected and diffused.  The harsh noises of the world are muted by falling snow.  Often you can stand outside and hear absolutely nothing, even in a busy section of town. Instead of stopping to see and hear the beauty snow affords many of us begrudge snow for slowing down our busy lives.  We curse it while we shovel our driveways and dig out our cars.  We complain about it while we work  in our environmentally controlled offices. I urge you to put aside your preconceived notions.  Pause for a moment to revel in the incomprehensible beauty that snow offers.  Put down your shovel, stop clearing your car, and take a look around while remembering these words from Robert Frost.

Whose woods these are I think I know, His house is in the village though. He will not see me stopping here, To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer, To stop without a farmhouse near, Between the woods and frozen lake, The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake, To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep, Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - Robert Frost

- Sean