HUNTSVILLE, Ala. (WHNT) – Over the past few days you have shared your snow experiences with us – the good, the bad and the ugly. Whether you were stuck in slush or putting finishing touches on your family’s snowman, north Alabama collectively snapped, shared and posted its snowbound heart out.
Some of the experiences may be things you want to erase from your memory, especially if you faced ice or snow-induced inconveniences. You may want to forget, but I can guarantee – you won’t.
There was a point of transition late Wednesday afternoon when snow began to steadily fall and rapidly accumulate. You’d been well warned about the dangerous road conditions, you’d salted the driveway and you’d cranked up the thermostat. Wednesday evening’s snow drifts created a winter idyll – a brief, fleeting window through which we could just take it all in.
There is something to be said about the here-today-gone-tomorrow nature of southern snow. The flitting flakes remind us just how rare Alabama snow events are in the first place. The moment of clarity, if you take it, can also remind us it’s okay to step back and view the world through a lens of childlike wonder.
Aside from its intrinsic transformative quality, snow, if you let it, also has the universal transcendent ability to usher in a sense of nostalgia; to cause us to think on times past or even to have us ponder moments spent in snow with those who are no longer with us.
The snow and its trappings may melt away but as schools and businesses return to status quo, as roads are restored to order, as harbingers of spring beckon warmer days, one thing will remain – the memory of Alabama snow and its undeniable beauty.
In his poem The Snow Storm Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote:
“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of Storm.”