30 days ago since I venture my journey to USA, many had happened, unforgettable ones. Philippines is a tropical country. I grew old with two seasons: a wet season and a dry season, although a decade of my existence I’ve experience winter in Taiwan but I never had encountered snow.
According to National Snow and Ice Data Center, snow is an accumulation of packed ice crystals, and the condition of the snowpack determines a variety of qualities, such as color, temperature, and water equivalent. As weather conditions change, the snow pack can change as well, and this affects the characteristics of the snow.
Snow is actually clear and colorless.
“The complex structure of snow crystals results in countless tiny surfaces from which visible light is efficiently reflected. What little sunlight is absorbed by snow is absorbed uniformly over the wavelengths of visible light thus giving snow its white appearance.”
I’ve been excited seeing snow, holding and playing it. Finally, today (March 21, 2018) Snow storm happened. I must admit before going to bed last night there was an anticipation that I couldn’t explain. I am turning 40 end of this year, but I am not ashamed to tell the world that the kid inside me blown apart. It was my first time seeing snow ever and as cheesy as it sounds, it looked quite magical seeing the little flakes floating down.
I remember the movie Frozen, It tells the story of a fearless princess who sets off on a journey alongside a rugged iceman, his loyal reindeer, and a naïve snowman to find her estranged sister, whose icy powers have inadvertently trapped their kingdom in eternal winter. I also love Frozen movie to the point I’ve watched it many times.
Gracefully, the delicate snowflakes were descending from the heavens like mini angels, settling comfortably on the freezer like floor, where they could be rolled up tight, into a friendly snowman. Snowflakes everywhere, Bronx was all white. Unbelievable!
Early in the morning, I decided to touched the snow, i looked up and the snowflakes touched my face. As I blinked my eyes, the tiny bits of snow on my eyelashes followed. The snow was like tiny, thin powders that were still falling down from the sky. I touched the cold, white snow. It was an amazing moment.
Seasons come and go, come and go, and though the sun’s vitality shines less brightly in wintertime, there is a certain peace and restfulness I had never known before. A slowing down, a serenity. I am cuddle by the snow.
I will remember this moment for the rest of my life.