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Mill Creek Musings

Webster defines snow as: Particles of water vapor which, when frozen in the upper air, fall to earth as soft, white, crystalline flakes. I have some other, less scientific, ideas on the subject. I think that the coming of a snow storm can be compared to the visit of a beautiful and glamorous movie or rock star. First, theres the heightened anticipation and speculation about the exact time of arrival and duration of her stay. It is the talk of the town at Marshas counter and the aisles and checkout lines at the Grand Union. Folks relay the gossip about her size (which can range from two inches to two feet). Local television broadcasters do their best to make predictions based on available information. Will she sweep through the area, leaving a trail behind her, or linger for some time. Like a beautiful woman, a snow storm is high maintenance. Shovels and snow blowers are needed to remove the pileup. Driveway plowmen work overtime. Road crews, with their plows, sand and salt, are like the paparazzi, following behind as closely as possible. Gore enthusiasts hope that Shell be comin round the mountain when she comes. School children (and their teachers) wish for a snow day so that they can greet her in person. And she doesnt disappoint. When she finally lands in town, she is a true beauty who has the ability to spread that beauty to everything with which she comes in contact. At least for a little while, the landscape is pure and white. Every valley is exalted, the crooked straight and the rough places plain. On a clear night, when the moon shines down on her pristine whiteness, the sparkles appear. And those sparkles are as ubiquitous as the stars in the heavens. Let it snow!

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