I was putting some things away today, things I felt I had outgrown or that had lost sentimental value to me. One of the things I came across was a snowglobe. I don't remember where I got it or who gave it to me, but I remember collecting them as a child. They mesmerized me. We didn't get much snow where I lived when I was growing up and I was always fascinated by it. It was always so purely beautiful. Enter the snowglobe collection. It was a reminder of possibilities. Snow was elusive, but possible under the right conditions. Holding that snowglobe made me think of you. In more than just one way. Not only are you elusive (but possible, I believe)...there's something else.
I think it comes down to this: Just as you entered my life in the same manner, snow begins harmlessly. Tiny flakes. They fall and fall and often melt when they hit the ground. You don't think twice about them at first. It's a beautiful thing to watch, and then you settle in, you go about your day inside the comfort of your home...doing your thing. Time passes without a second thought to what's happening beyond your walls. When you finally take a look outside, everything is covered in white. You're surrounded.
And thus the comparison to you. I really can't even tell you when you became so important to me. You were like the snow falling. Tiny flake after tiny flake fell. Moment after moment you became a bigger part of my life. It added up without my realizing it. Before I knew what had happened, I was surrounded and heart deep in possibility. In something beautiful but still somewhat elusive. Even now, you continue to pile up around me and there's nothing I can really do about it, is there? Because, how do you stop snow from falling?
I know snowstorms can be dangerous. Treacherous even. But the end result can be a beautiful thing.
You're my snowstorm.
