it snowed all day long today. i can't recall seeing it snow so much for so long in texas before. some of the flakes were the size of half-dollar coins; the ones you don't see much anymore, with j.f.kennedy on the head side. the wind blew a strong cold wind into my face as i stepped outside and the white crystals alighted on my jacket, sitting still for a moment, then disappearing into the soft leather. my chilled ears burned with the rush of blood and my chapped lips caught the ocassional flake which was wisked away by my tongue.

but for as much as the sky unleashed it, the ground would not hold it. as the snow continued to fall, the streets began to bloat. it was coming down hard and fast enough to cause flooding. each individual flake resting only for a fraction of a second before warming enough to become another droplet in the rising waters.

snow can be very beautiful. it is light and airy and floats gracefully to the ground. it can build up to form a white blanket across the ground, hiding grass, concrete, and asphalt alike. it can erase the lines between man and nature.

snow can be tiresome. it can build up to a point that it hinders our tendencies and causes us to rethink the way we move about.

snow can be fun. we can carve through it with long blades of fiberglass and carbon fiber, spraying white plumes of ice in alternating and opposing directions. we can bundle it into balls and pelt each other with it.

today, though, the snow brings fuel for a tumultuous evening of icey roads and dangerous conditions. it refuses to remain snow.
sometimes the conditions aren't right for snow to be snow. sometimes, circumstances beyond our control prohibit us from experiencing events the way we expect them to unfold. today, the snow won't stick to the ground. but there will be other storms, other beautiful flurries to take your breath away and leave the blood pulsing in your ears. one day, the conditions will be right. one day, the snow will stick.