Sometimes you hear things like, “They would snow the public into believing that all was well,” to imply ‘covering over’ or ‘concealing’ something. That sounds like the political manoeuvres of today. But really, I was thinking of snow in the traditional sense when I took my evening walk. One definition of snow—that white stuff—is “an atmospheric water vapor frozen into ice crystals and falling in light white flakes or lying on the ground as a white layer.”
I won’t forget the scene in the musical classic “The King and I” where a narration is given of a stage production for the King of Siam, when the crystals were referred to as “a miracle sent by Buddha.” “Forgot to mention (the miracle) is called snow,” says the narrator.
Snow came to mind while I was walking, because Vancouver, which receives very little on a yearly basis, was recently dumped with the fluffy material. Normally, Toronto would have some by this date in December. Of course, I missed the little that came and went while I was in Cuba or Argentina, but right now there’s an amazing absence of it here.
Often, a presence of it helps with Christmas sales. Snow is usually associated with Santa, reindeer, good cheer and so on. I believe it helps to see the good in it. Snow contributes to ground water and the water table. It’s also kind of pretty. It’s part of a masterplan by the Master Himself. Snow is not a major issue, cars are the issue. But motorists want to blame snow for impeded driving, accidents and so on.
It’s a wrong perception, I believe.
May the Source be with you!