Normally I find it hard to get worked up over the weather. I've never been a forecast checker and I don't think I've ever seen the Weather Channel. To me, weather is weather and there's not much I can do to change it (except the time I stopped the rain*). Still, the 18 inches we got over the weekend were interesting to me, partially because it snowed more in one hour than it did in the two winters Alex and I spent in France.
I had the time of my life waking up at 5:30 on Sunday to shovel our driveway so I could get to work by 7.
I was 20 minutes late.
*True story: I was walking to class once at Ohio University in the pouring rain, none too happy about the circumstances. Utterly vexed and getting drenched, I closed my eyes and imagined a sort of wedge of energy rising from me, parting the rain and, ultimately, the cruel skies above. When I opened my eyes again, the rain had stopped and a bright blue rift had been torn in the clouds. Warm sunlight poured through. Man, it seems, had vanquished nature.
I walked into class that morning in silent triumph, a shaman of sorts, a weather-lord of old.