Photos and story by: Elissa Rosenthal
On Thursday night we saw one of those rare glimpses of snow in the city of Seattle. While some worried about their after-work trek home, I marveled at my luck with not having to be anywhere in the morning. The sight of the white fluff gave a peaceful glimmer outside of my window, which drove the child-like need to go out and have some fun.
My partner and I went out into the snow with our gloves, coats, and waterproof shoes. The snow made the city noise mostly disappear into the background. A crisp crunch was underneath our feet as the snow grew in thickness. I picked up some snow from a nearby railing, packed it into a loose ball, and gently threw it in her direction. She of course returned the gesture.
We walked in wonder at this moment, where everything appeared to be peaceful and quite. We hoped the snow would last through the next day. The snow however, did not last long at its' original strength once the night had passed and Friday morning was here. The streets which had been littered with snow were now mostly clear, a happy sight for the commuter, not so much for the snow lover.
I am not bitter though. It is times like these when I am thrilled to have taken the time to enjoy the little joys in life. It means so much to make as many good memories as possible, no matter how short. Those memories are what makes life worth living that much more.
