Snow
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Most of us hate it, some of us love it, but mostly we hate it. It’s cool, but it’s cold, and that gets old pretty fast. It’s beautiful but painful, and the cold conditions required for snow are potentially deadly with prolonged exposure. Each flake is magically unique, like a fingerprint. Not one exactly like the next. I don’t really understand how that’s even possible. When you look at them closely, they’re fascinating. Similar to humans, they’re unique and therefore beautiful when considered individually, but taken as a whole, dangerous and loathsome.
You can have a lot of fun in the snow. You can make snow-people, igloos, ramps, and snowballs. You can go really fast, sliding on top of it with the right equipment. You can also hit a stationary object and break your neck. I guess that’s part of the fun, at least for me. I’ve always gotten a kick out of flirting with danger and the potential for injury or even death.
If you drive, it can be a huge inconvenience. Driving in it, cleaning it off your car, getting stuck in it, and having to dig your car out of it. And with snow comes ice. If you’re not careful, you can easily start spinning and slide off the road, or lose your balance, slip, and fall. Icicles are cool-looking as well. Ice and snow falling from a roof on a sunny day after a snowstorm can also kill you. Regardless, snow is a fact of life unless you live in a place where it doesn’t snow. Whether we love it or hate it, when the time has come, it will fall. We should just accept that there is nothing we can do to stop it, brace ourselves, and plan accordingly. But man, it does suck.




Wow love it, this is exceptional
What a vivid reflection! I love how you capture snow as both beautiful and merciless, playful and dangerous. ❄️
I especially appreciated the comparison to humans: each flake unique, magical, and individually captivating, yet collectively capable of chaos. That tension between wonder and risk, thrill and consequence, feels deeply alive in your writing.
And the way you describe the logistics: cars, ice, hidden hazards- grounds the metaphor in reality. Snow, like life, can’t be stopped, only met with awareness and care… even if we complain while doing it. This feels honest, funny, and sharp all at once.