I had a funny thought about the last snow of the season…
When you’re the first snow of the season, you’re greeted with awe and wonder. I was up in Idaho when we saw the first snowfall with my son Taiyo, and it was almost as if it was “magical!” “Oh! The First Snow of the season! Wow! How beautiful!”
But when you’re the last snow of the season, especially in a place where maybe it stopped snowing for a while, and people thought they were done with snow… then it snows one last time… that last snow of the season doesn’t get such a warm welcome. “I’m so ready to be done with snow!” “I can’t wait till the snow’s gone.” “Bah! Curse this snow!”
Those poor little snow flakes- they’re just as beautiful as the first snowflakes, they just got a bad time slot. They lost the lottery for placement in the big Snow Show, so their display of snowy wonderment was booed off the stage, simply because they were last.
So let’s give the Last Snow of the big Snow Show a break- give them a little love too.
thanks for reading-