December comes void of white. Northern Illinois normally has snow by now but there's been no sign or even a hint of it. I'm restless. I check the weather channel regularly and secretly hope a winter storm is brewing. No mere 1 or 2 inches will do, I want something monumental, something that will last. It should come from the West and slowly build momentum as it heads toward the Great Lakes Region where the winds usually pick up and any heavy snow combined with wind can quickly produce disorienting white-outs.
We shall have plenty of notice to go to the nearest supermarket and stock up on essentials, a giddy excitement is shared as groceries are quickly wheeled to parked cars and unloaded from carts. Once home, cars are parked thoughtfully and those lucky enough to have a garage feel a slight advantage as the garage door closes shut behind them. Once inside, the windows are latched tight and we talk of how much snow is expected and do we know where the snow shovels are?
This winter fantasy is a reoccurring one for me. The longer it is before the first snowfall the more often I wish for the blizzards of the past. Of course, winter storms are unpredictable and can cause damage to property and are life threatening, but,... to have mother nature threaten all around us while safe inside our cocoons while being able to look out at the white splendor through window panes of hoar frost in the morning light is a very satisfactory and gratifying, if not, humbling experience.
So here's to all who wish for snow. May we be safe and warm and able to enjoy winter with childlike joy and wonderment.