This morning I met a guy from California who saw snow for the first time..yesterday. He kept commenting on it, the way it felt to make a snowball, the way it stuck to your jacket, and how he couldn't wait to learn how to ski. Now, I was pretty excited about it snowing and all, but I definitely can't remember how it felt to see it for the first time. I've always been around snow, my mom has let me know more than once that she went skiing with me in utero. And there are way too many childhood pictures of my sister and I bundled up standing next to snow drifts. But I can imagine that it must seem and feel somewhat foreign, like being on the moon or something. I'm sure this guy saw plenty of snow in movies, saw pictures of white Christmas', and pictures of people skiing on vacation, but to actually dig your hands in and feel that achy cold feeling in your hands,.. you can't get that from movies and pictures. I feel like when you're a kid, or experiencing something for the first time, you get so excited about all the little things, like getting to wear a wool hat or ride down a hill on a plastic sled. I guess in a lot of ways I want to regain that excitement, find joy in all the little things, and stop stressing about the stuff I can't control.