Last Saturday, I saw snow for the first time in my life.
I didn’t think I would make such a big fuss over it. Despite living in a tropical country, I have seen it in too many movies and pictures. I’m too grown to let something so simple excite me so much.
It was very early in the morning. I saw it through the window as I sleepily made my way to the bathroom, half-awake and only half sure of what I was seeing. Snow fell steadily and the street was lightly covered with white. Everything had an unbelievable glow.
I stood by the window watching the flakes fall from the sky, and it was a sureal feeling. It turned on a childish thrill within me. I stayed there, forehead and palms pressed against the glass, giggling to myself for god knows how long.
It is in moments like this, at the sight of something completely foreign and new, that you realize that there is something so young and innocent within you that can still be awakened. It is a great, raw feeling of wonder and amazement, and I believe people should indulge in it more. We are all so busy being grown ups. We’ve even managed to glorify the word “busy” and use it to respond to greetings. “How have you been?” “Busy.” Said without any thought, like it’s what life should obviously be about. I digress.
Seeing snow was magical, and I am glad to have had that moment of exhilarating admiration for it.
I hope you too could soon find a quiet moment to yourself to appreciate the small things. I hope you find something to silence your mind, make your heart skip a beat, and enliven your soul – whether it’s the sight of something new or the first steps into something unknown.