“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery” – Bill Watterson
First snowfall of the year on the valley floor and I couldn’t be more excited! I am a winter baby through-and-through, born on a snowy day in January 1985. It was Superbowl sunday and the 49ers were playing the Dolphins when my mom headed to the hospital ( I just added that because I think it is pretty cool).
I wake up for work every morning between 4 and 4:45 a.m; I know, it’s early huh?! This morning it was raining and I could hear the pitter-patter of the drops as they hit the pavement outside my room. As I walked out to start my car in the early dark hours, the rain had changed to snow. It was such a beautiful sight.
There is something so peaceful about the winter and I think that is what draws me to it. I feel more energized in winter months than I do in the summer, which most people feel is weird. Maybe it’s because while everyone else is tucked away in their houses, sipping hot chocolate and watching movies, I like to be alone taking in the beauty of the great outdoors. It makes me feel like I am in the “olden days” out in the woods or sitting on the dock at Donner Lake. I just watch the snow fall, listen to the silence, and take it all in.