I am a light snow.
A light snow on a Sunday morning is peaceful and serene. I’ve wrote about it a bit the past week, as Long Island has been graced with a few snowfalls. It made me think about how much I love it, and when this question came to me I realized part of the reason I like is because I identify with it.
It is not imposing or forceful. It is different from other types of weather in its own right. It does not stand out, but falls beautifully and quietly, blanketing the landscape. It is never chaotic. It molds to the shape of the Earth and in the middle of winter, and makes the dead plants alive once more. It it soft and captivating, but detailed through every snowflake.
I am different and beautiful in my own way. I am not imposing or forceful. I am thoughtful and serene. Never loud or boisterous. I can change the landscape of things with innovative ideas. I mold to others, and quietly listen. I happily provide advice from my heart and help them see the beauty in themselves. Yet, I am not easily open to others. If I do let you see my details, you will find my mind and soul are intricately designed.
I heard this question used at a ceremony recently and it really prompted a lot of interesting answers, so I thought I’d write down my own thoughts. I also tend to find it hard to reflect on myself, and this made me do so. It’s interesting to see how different people think about themselves and relate to the weather.
To give some perspective, my colleague said that she was a tornado. Makes for an interesting working relationship : )
What are you?