Snow Day
"i've seen lots of kids in their snow get-ups this afternoon, carrying their sleds. of course, it was almost sixty degrees yesterday, so nothing's really sticking or slick, but that's the kind of optimism that i want to have when i start every year." Kelli Caseman, facebook philosopher
Thought of this today as another skiff of snow barely covers the tips of the grass, yet I know the kids will be out, ready to hit the still muddy slopes.
As an adult, I know it's the wrong kind of snow. It's a blustery powder that isn't good for much beyond wind burn. And sleds probably won't do much more than tear up the grass and cause a mud hole come spring.
But still they will try. Happily.
For a time.
But the day will come when they learn these things and know by a single look out a window that today is not a good sledding day.
It's a maturity thing.
So maybe, just maybe...to regain our child like optimism...we need to dream without the constraints of logic.
Maybe that is the truth behind optimism.
My little boy...on a day the snow was just right. |
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