― Cambria Hebert, Whiteout
This quote feels exactly right today as Boston gets hit with yet another winter storm. My parents, whom I adore, are on a train right now to visit us for the weekend. They were supposed to come last month but had to reschedule because of the brutal storm "Nemo." So this morning, filled with determination, they hopped the earliest train out; they will arrive in one hour. The house is kind of a mess, I have a long list of to-do's, which would be partly manageable, except for the fact that I have to go shovel our driveway (a steep, winding hill - not long but fierce.)
So, yes, while Snow, in fact, can be beautiful, I find it is only so the first time she enters the season in her dazzling white loveliness. But then, like other spoiled beauties, she demands endless attention, expects everyone to clean up after her, and doesn't care about all the plans she ruins. And while I put up with her because I have no choice, I'm tired of how exhausting and demanding she is. When Snow leaves, I always pray she takes a nice long vacation before showing her face again. And, really, if she didn't come back, that would be okay too. I'm not taken in by her cold beauty like I once was as a kid. She doesn't fool me anymore.