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What a Rare Snowy Day Taught Me About Writing
When was the last time you let writing amaze you?
When they said it would snow this weekend, I laughed.
“Sure,” I told myself. “It hardly ever snows here. Most of the time it doesn’t even get cold enough for the pipes to freeze. It’s not gonna snow.”
I was wrong.
As I write this now, my yard continues to pile over with the chilly white stuff.
We’re amazed by things that aren’t normal.
Today is the perfect day for snow here. I don’t have anywhere to go, and even if I did there isn’t enough snow to slow me down one iota.
When there’s a lot of snow, we freak out. We run to the stores to grab all the bread and sandwich meat we can. And since you need to wash it down with something, we grab a gallon or two of milk and maybe some beer.
That seems silly because maybe once every ten years we get enough snow to stay housebound more than 24 hours. Only once in my adult life did the power go off — and stay off — for more than a few hours. We really have nothing at all to worry about here.
If you’re used to being covered up with snow every day of the winter, you probably don’t give it a second thought. Snow is like…
