I’ve heard a lot of complaining these last few weeks about snow. Here in the North Eastern U.S., we got a lot of it. Far more than we’re used to, and perhaps a bit more than we know how to handle.
Now I certainly understand why some people hate snow. It’s not only inconvenient; it can also be dangerous. Snow contributes to people getting sick. It makes driving more difficult. It even makes walking difficult.
At the same time, snow is beautiful. Just because it’s dangerous doesn’t change its beauty. The Sun is dangerous, bombarding our planet with high quantities of radiation, but we still think sunshine is beautiful. The ocean is dangerous, with all those sharks and jellyfish and, of course, the possibility of drowning, yet I think most of us would agree that it is beautiful. So why should snow be different?
For those of you who harbor a deep, seething hatred for snow, I’m only asking one thing: take a moment to stop, look out at the fluffy, white landscape, and try to enjoy the beauty. Just for a moment. You can go back to complaining later, but don’t let your grumbling suck all the joy out of life.