Mia Boltz ‘25
Snow. Snow is quiet, gentle, fragile, soft. Snow is magical.
Through the eyes of my younger self, snow has not only been gorgeous, but it’s been a gateway to other imaginative wonders. Each snowflake has a place where the Whos sing, the Grinch attempts to steal Christmas but is stopped by his growing heart, and dreams come true.
Snow has never just been frozen precipitation falling from the sky; rather, it’s been a universe surrounding me. Worlds containing the lives of people with feelings and thoughts slowly drifting towards the ground, towards what I assume is their end. Each moment a snowflake reaches the ground, another one is made, representing a new beginning.
Everything comes to an end. Just like my imaginative belief of being in the middle of a universe when it snows down on me. Although as I age and my imagination fades, the magic of snow will stay with me forever. Maybe I won’t hear Whos singing or the Grinch laugh as he steals Christmas. But I will always appreciate the beauty and mystery that snow provides.