My best friend calls it kissing snow.
You know–the kind with big puffy flakes. The kind that floats gently as you walk hand in hand with your significant other down the street. You cross under a street lamp and, pausing, steal a kiss.
Minnesota is known for its winter. Therefore, the fact that it snowed today is neither significant nor important.
But as I sat in the basement of the Humanities building for hours and hours upon end, I watched the fluffy flakes fall and fell into the happy land of my own imagination. I’ve never experienced the full delight of kissing snow. Every time it falls, I look forward to the day I have someone to share it with.
So even though snowfall isn’t something out of the ordinary, in the middle of a busy day, it made my heart a little bit lighter.