Yesterday I posted a short story I wrote some time ago; “Behind the Snow” was written during a blizzard in an (admittedly lame) attempt to pen something akin to a fairy tale.

I felt it appropriate to post it partly because I found it again and found I liked it more than I thought I did, and also because this week I had been exposed to something I wasn’t sure existed.

Snow in Oregon.

Yes, yes, I know, we get weather of all types all around the world, but having moved from Nevada (where it would arbitrarily dump six inches on you in the middle of July for no reason whatsoever) to Oregon (where there has been a fairly consistent light drizzle and nothing else for the last six months), I had thought that perhaps I would not see snow again for quite some time, and that it would fade into an old memory that I could never quite recapture.

I’m glad I was wrong; I didn’t know it, but I kind of missed the snow. There’s a certain smell in the air when it comes, different from the petrichor that comes with rain. The weird early morning light when there’s a dusting in progress. The way everything looks when there’s a couple of inches of perfectly packed white on top of it. It pleases me.

I got exactly that three days in the last week. The best part is we got those flurries in the early morning, which made it pretty in the early afternoon, and by two o’clock, it had packed its bags and headed elsewhere.

In other words, all the fun and beauty, none of the hassle.

What’s really fun is watching the native Oregonians panic, though. They delayed school for two hours, half the staff where I work was calling out because it road conditions were “too bad to drive in” (even if they lived only a few blocks away) and the location managers agreed, giving them a pass, and the few people I’ve seen on the road are doing the Old Creeping Jesus as if in terror their cars will magically fly off the road and perhaps off the planet.

It’s hilarious, at least to someone who is used to schools only closing or delaying if the snow is literally preventing the doors from being opened, and where folks would still treat the highway like Deathrace 2000 when there was five+ inches on top of it.

Anyway. Nothing really exciting, just felt like babbling about the snow for a minute. Until next time, folks.


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