After months of anticipation, Maine has finally seen its first snowfall! Although the hope, for many, was to have a white Christmas, the snow came just in time before I leave back to Oklahoma.
My morning started out quiet. I ran outside to get my first photo of the winter wonderland that was upon us. I waited anxiously for hours, for my sister to come home, so that we could tackle the 15 minute trek into the city. Unfortunately, I got stuck being chauffeur and had to pick up my sister. This meant brushing off the 2 inches of snow that buried the car, waiting ten more minutes in the car, contemplating on whether I was ready to start backing out through the mountain of snow that rested behind the back wheels. And then, once I made it out the drive way, I tried to avoid the inclined roads, as much as possible… Because my sister’s car, lacks snow tires, at the moment.
Despite the “treacherous” conditions, I made it to and back. My sister and I arrived back at her apartment, where we bundled up and made our way out into the city. One of the things I love most about the cities, are how people are still out and about, even in clouds of snow. I forgot how beautiful Portland is when it’s covered in blankets of snow. The day was gray, so there was no reflection of the sun bouncing off the snow, which made it great for photos! The city was filled with people trying to shovel their way out and struggling to get their cars over the mountains of snow, encompassing them. It was the epitome of winter in Maine, today. But I think despite the work it takes to get out into a snow storm, it doesn’t phase many New Englanders, just because this is something we endure ever year. It’s nothing new to us.
I loved this day. The sheer happiness on my face, said it all. Then again, I can only enjoy the snow so much, before I get tired of it. I haven’t seen a Maine snowfall in 2 years! For days on end, I had been caught up in a reverie of what the first snowfall would be like.
Is there any snow where you are?