Lonely as the Snow...

Friday the 13th was today and amazingly enough, I had a great day. Work went pretty well--training played out smoothly and I survived quite well despite having been thrown into the proverbial shark tank. And yet, here I am sitting in my home--safe, warm, and comfortable. Admittedly, I am a bit tired and have every intention of showering in the next dozen minutes, but my heart seems hollow, as if a "vacancy" sign has been thrown up. Indeed, the only thing that occurred to me since the last blog I wrote has been some precipitation in the form of snow.

Snow... to me, it is the world falling apart. As far as I am concerned, the snow is merely the debris of the crashing world; the cold that it brings, the slippery roads that it creates, the accidents that it causes. Sometimes I wish I were in the tropical islands so I could avoid the icy hell that it creates. I would take the rain over the snow almost any day. Almost. You see, for me, every time it snows, I get lonely for some reason. It may be a function of events that took place in my past (see my other blog post, "My Willpower (from the Past)") or it may be a function of all of those Christmas flicks that I end up watching by myself when it snows because I have nothing better to do. I don't know. Two things I do know though, are: one, whenever it snows I wish I had a girlfriend by my side to hold; two, despite its purity, the snow is a dark and bittersweet chocolate.

Wouldn't you agree, it's beautiful isn't it? I have to admit, I love the wintry scene that it creates. The snow envelopes the world in its own image of its own ideal beauty. As it snows, I look up to the nearest lamppost and watch as the snowflakes cover the ground. To me, the view is comparable to watching angels gliding to and fro before finally -- gracefully -- touching down upon the ground. It's a level of purity that is unrivaled by even that of a newborn child. If you enjoy watching ballets, you'll agree with me on this. For everyone else, the snow may seem like a mother as it slows the world down to a crawl and reminds people to take shelter from the cold. And even in the coldest and wettest of snowstorms, there will still be a good soul who will extend his or her hand to a fellow stranger. Only in the coldest of times will we see the most heartwarming events take place. To me, that is worth the cold.

So whenever it snows, even with a fire in my soul and a beauty in my eyes, my isolated heart will beat like the rain on an abandoned oil drum. I guess, right now and for the foreseeable future, I will look to the sky whenever the flurry white flakes fall, enchanted and haunted by the beauty and purity that it continues to bring. This is the one time in my life when I genuinely wish I had a beautiful woman by my side to cherish, both in the moment and for the moment...