On Wednesday it finally snowed here, I'd been waiting. Obviously, I am being sarcastic. The white flakes were ushered in by a westerly wind. I gazed outside, watching the snow as it crisscrossed through the air. Thoughts flooded my mind. One of them being, nostalgia. I had the funny feeling that I'd been there before. I felt as if I had only blinked, wasn't it just winter? How on earth was it already snowing again? I couldn't even remember the past spring occuring, did it? Was there a summer in South Dakota this year? Did we even have a warm period? I knew it was fall, but it looked strangely like winter. I felt like I might be in a snowglobe. I felt as if I was being shook up. I began imagining that someone was peering down into my world. Like a child would with a snowglobe in their hand. Was someone marveling at how beautiful the snow looked? Was I was locked in a snowglobe? A never ending winter.
Snowglobes... I loved them as a child. The reminiscent music they play when you twist the little key. How lovely the snow seemingly falls inside a snowglobe. Everything looks perfect and at peace. Snowglobe scenes are usually a quintessential church or a village. Wherever it is, it's always a sentimental scene. They have a bit of wonder to them. An escape to someplace beautiful. As a child I never gave thought to what it would acually be like to be trapped inside the snowglobe, and always peering out. I was beginning to wonder if that was just what was happening to me, here on the Coteau. Sometimes, that is what a winter in South Dakota feels like, endless snow. I remember as a kid thinking that I wish I lived in Florida. Oh, I guess winter does have a bit of charm for me, but not a lot. I have appreciated some moments of cold blizzard-like weather. For example, one lovely winter memory I have, follows. It had snowed in my hometown and there was over a foot of snow that had graced the ground. It was absolutely a dazzling display of winter. I remember that I took a long walk through the town after the snowstorm. I cannot remember the time of day that it was when I walked. But, I do remember well that the snow had not been disturbed by cars or peoples' footprints. No black, and watery mud had taken its opportunity to mire the beauty of the perfectly white snow. The town looked stunning. The white of the snow, and the stillness of the little town was unforgettable. I'ts a lovely memory, one that I hope to never forget. These days that same town is a giant nicknacked (literally) mess of tourism. The town may never have another opportunity to be so untouched and beautiful after a snowstorm again. It has too many people living inside its walls now. But I still remember another time, not so long ago, when it was a quiet place. It held the beauty of the snow, and the peace of the earth. At least for me on that day. I could hear the music of some faraway song playing in my head, like the snowglobe. I think that a snow globe can seemingly transform someone to another time, at least for a minute. In ones imagination it can happen, trust me. Looking out at the snow. I sank into the quiet of my mind. I decided that a snowglobe can be a sort of retreat. The same goes for the snowstorm, it too can be a retreat. Snowglobes, in their own way can offer everyone their "deja vu" moments. Of course it is just sentimental hogwash but, ya know. I need some kind of nonsense to entertain this blog.
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