I don't know why snow storms get me so excited. Or why ice, thunder or tornado sirens make me ecstatic. I'm sure it's the anticipation of nature. The idea that there is nothing we can do to change or delay what it brings. Steven said all I would have to do is experience one catastrophe and that would all change.
Normally, I would not be able to show my elation because Steven would have to plow the lot at the shop. It would take hours. But the plow truck sits silent and brooding in our driveway, it's hydraulic scoop in an nonfunctional state. The shop lot is being cleared by someone else.
To have the day off of the snow storm is really fun too. I can watch the beauty from my recliner and not worry about driving. It's okay that I wake up and see we didn't get all the snow the experts thought we would. It's all in the anticipation.