snow

i don't know what it would be like to have snow be a regular part of my consciousness.

i didn't grow up with snow.  like, here, seriously--  three flakes fall from the sky they shut the fucker down.  one could spend the night in an airport explaining to the people there that they couldn't get that flight to houston because the airport was shut down due to snow in a place that probably wouldn't accept blizzard as an excuse to be late for work.  well, how bad is it snowing there they'd ask you prepared to be wowed.  ya know, like three flakes fell from the sky,  the culture crash, audible.

i mean, that's just how it goes.  i was enjoying the light rain in los angeles during a trip to LACMA. you know, the kind of rain that isn't even worth an umbrella--  it would never keep you in.  but when i struck up a conversation (ok,that seems unlikely)--  when i somehow stumbled into a conversation in the snack bar i found out it was a dreadful storm.  weatherpocalyse, clearly, while i would have reserved that term for rain which at least included a body count, if not actually washing away 18 wheelers.

so, see,  i'd have a different understanding of snow if it was something i had any real experience with.

it's like trying to have a conversation about how you need to make sure you have no large south or west facing windows because you cannot afford to be surprised with a $400. electrical bill.  and the person you're talking to is from new jersey.  i could see a heating bill being high, but no one ever spends over $40. a month for electricity for a/c.  like anywhere, apparently.  and you know you can't answer:  dude, i can see turning on the heat to take the chill off, like, while you're actually in the shower, but otherwise, i mean, don't be such a pussy--  put on a sweater.  you know you can't answer that, even though that would be in keeping with your experience, because you are smart enough to know that it gets really cold there.  there they have to have like an actual plan for shoveling snow--  like it was a thing.


And, this has something to do with what i want to say to people  --  SNOW!

for me snow is magic.  not a metaphor for magic.  actual magic.

rain falls from the sky, yes.  but the finest sprinkling of crystallized not one the same frozen art falling from the sky, catching on the wind, dancing.  the way the air smells.  the way the air feels.  everything about snow is magic.  i've had to dig out a car twice.  that wasn't magic.  that was really hard work.  but it was still kind of magic because it was like your car was inside a snowcone and how would that even happen--  crazy.

it's a lack of understanding the perspective of others experience, i mean to say, that is what i think i need to write about, somehow.  that's what's wrong with everything.  not so much that it hasn't always been that way, just that somehow we all bump into it more and it's become a problem.

maybe because there used to be news that would at least pretend that it had to give equal time that at least held open the idea that there were at least two viewpoints.  maybe that's just my version of when america was great.  and maybe it's just as ridiculous as some of those other versions, but that's where i'm feelin like i need to go with this, somehow.

i mean, is that crazy?