Spring Snow

Spring in my memories was sunshine, blooming flowers and nice cooling breeze. But it snowed today - I was secretly glad that it did despite the accompanying cold. Somehow, I just love snow: I love its whiteness and its symbol of purity (Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow (Psalm 51)); I love how they slowly descend from the heavens, dancing about as the wind carries them. So carefree and beautiful; gentle yet terrifying...But what clear relief and enjoyment it was: walking through the snow while they swirled about me in the subzero wind, and watching them fall while I had my dinner of soup with toasted bread. Clearly, I have missed snow. 

Somewhat strangely, the snow followed a particular sequence where random occurrences triggered something buried within memories. Just earlier, I listened to a song that stopped me in my readings and forced me to search my memories to where I have heard the accompanying melody (a variation of Mozart it was, performed by Igudesman and Joo - something I watched 2-3 years back). Somehow, the snow brought to my mind a novel I read half a decade ago: Snow Falling on Cedars - a story of  growing up, love, pain, anger, hatred, letting go, forgiveness and moving on in life. Perhaps there was something that I found in parallel and hence its roots in my mind. "[Accident] ruled every corner of the universe except the chambers of the human heart". An accident it was then, snow in March - a paradox of untimely occurrence but sharp relief. 

"To deny that there was this dark side of life would be like pretending that the cold of winter was somehow only a temporary illusion, a way station on the way to the higher "reality" of long, warm, pleasant summers. But summer, it turned out, was no more real than the snow that melted in wintertime."

Snow falling on me.