Being Thankful: Day Twenty-Three

I got off work early today because of a (supposed) blizzard of the decade. I came home, grateful for an early day, and eagerly awaited the storm to blow in. I made plans with some friends, and we were all going to weather the storm together—playing games, watching movies, eating food, the usual. Unfortunately, no snow blew in. And I mean none. The "blizzard" blew out by the time it hit Utah Valley, so Provo got squat. And I was upset.

Which made me think about how thankful I am that I live in Utah, in a place where we (well, usually) get four distinct seasons. The cold of winter melts to the warmth of spring, and the heat of summer fades to the chill of fall. I love the feeling I get when seasons change. Each season brings a different emotion, a different spirit. I wanted a good, solid snow storm today because I wanted to feel the upcoming Christmas season. It's not Christmas without snow.

I think one of the most comfortable things in the world is sitting at home, bundled up under a blanket, reading a book and watching the snow fall. It's especially nice when I know I have nowhere to go and nothing to do. I love it when the white of the snow on the ground matches the white of the snow clouds above—when the sky blends into the earth and it feels like nothing exists except you and the snow. The silence during those storms is so peaceful. The world seems to simply stop moving.

So I'm thankful for snow. I'm thankful that I live in a place where we get snow, Where nearly every year I get a white Christmas. I'm thankful I know that at some point, Provo will get a good storm, and that I will get to watch it fall and feel the quiet from it.