बर्फ़

As much as people talk about how great it would be to live in California and have it be 75 everyday - there is something incredibly beautiful about seasons. I think Aaron himself has lamented about California's lack of seasons. For me, the best part of seasons is winter. I know the cold is terrible, getting your car stuck in snow, shivering, having your hands go numb. I'm not going to pretend I like those things. I don't. I like feeling my hands and wearing t-shirts. But the one thing that winter gives us is the first snow. Every year when winter comes around I remember the hot summer months and times when I knew what sweat felt like, all the while bitterly enduring the cold. But then, there is the first snow. I can say with full confidence that in the past 5 years I can remember the day of the first snow, easily. Every single time I forget what it looks like, what it feels like to see those thousands and thousands of flakes spiraling, twisting, churning down toward the earth. It never fails to restore my faith in winter and justify all the cold days I've already endured. Today was the first snow in Mussoorie. As I walked up to the office on 4 hours of sleep, miserable for being awake, little snow flakes fell one by one slowly and then quickly. And just so you know, as great as the first snow is, by march when there are three feet of snow and I'm freezing it's not enchanting anymore. But neither is 3 months of 90 degree days, so I guess the key, as in the rest of life, is balance and moderation.