It's Nature's Way Of Telling Us to Chill
I love snow.
Just a taste of winter's bliss freshens the palate, cleanses the air and quiets the white noise that can leave us deaf to the music of life.
"I like snow," said Ja-Kyra Abubaker, 7, while doing jumping jacks in a Fort Washington grocery store parking lot yesterday. She would no doubt use those same moves to make snow angels when she got back home.
Life is good, and snow is icing on the cake.
Resist the urge to complain about it. No need to get angry with motorists who drive poorly in the snow -- or feel guilty about being one of them. Let it go.
This is not Pittsburgh or Buffalo, where people can de-ice a car window with their fists. This is Washington, home of the national ego, where brains are more exercised than brawn. Every now and then, we need a little something to bring our minds, bodies and souls back into balance. Snow usually does the trick.
Enjoy it. Like a child.
"You can make a snowman," said 4-year-old Tiara, who is Ja-Kyra's sister.
"You can have a snowball fight," said 9-year-old James, their brother.
Their mother, Mawerdi Abubaker, let them skip school, which is only right. (Prince George's County schools, among others, sent the kids home early anyway.)
I say close all schools as soon as those TV storm watchers, with their Doppler radar, make the prediction, even if it turns out to be just a flurry.
When the students return to school, ask them to write or tell a story about what they did. Never let a classroom get in the way of a good education.