Like A Drunken Jumping Jack With Binoculars… SNOW!

 I took these photos while we were out last night… trying to ‘capture the snow as I saw it’… these photos look nothing like what I saw with my ‘binoculars.’  Granny Gee/Gloria :)))


 Like A Drunken Jumping Jack With Binoculars… SNOW!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Last night, we got our first snow of the year!  It wasn’t a lot of snow, but… while it was falling… it was wonderful!  ‘It looked like it was going to snow forever … thick, beautiful, white … nature was really outdoing herself for a little while, here.’

We were out driving as it came down.  The flakes were huge, and the downfall thick, fluffy-looking as it hit our windshield.  In the lights of my truck … there was quite a show going on!  

The wind was blowing the snow from one direction to the other … trees would block the snow’s fall … for brief moments, making it appear that it wasn’t snowing hard… when in fact, it was!

I wanted to see ‘into’ the snow!  How could I do that, I wondered?  I wanted to ‘watch it forever’.  

I told Skip that I … so, wished I had something like a huge snow globe… where it snowed forever … not just when one shook it up!  I wanted to be able to ‘stand there as long as I wanted to … to watch it snow, without it stopping.’

When I say that, this is from a person who has been in real blizzards, real storms of all kinds …. I mean it in a different way.  I have seen it snow all I wanted to … but, not like … I want to.

I’ll give you an idea of what I mean.  Last night, Skip was driving, I was free to watch it snowing … but, I didn’t want ‘to just watch’… I wanted to ‘really see it’, to really ‘feel it’.  How could I do that?

Well, I accomplished the first, I was already too cold to accomplish the second … I really didn’t ‘want to feel it.’  :)))  I’ll tell you what I did, and I did it without thinking … when I became aware of what I was doing… I felt like a child.

Picture this…. I began cupping my hands in ‘binocular’ fashion… to concentrate on the snow flying toward the windshield.  Oh, how beautiful it was!

Thick, white snow coming toward the windshield, the wipers pushing it off as it made contact.  ‘Never-ending snow’… I didn’t want it to end.  I became frustrated because I wanted to watch it ‘forever.’

The snow was mesmerizing … I felt like I was hynotized as I watched it… I wanted it to last, and last… and last.  

I had leaned all around in my seat to watch it with my ‘binoculars.’  I never thought of how I looked to Skip as I did that!  I may have looked like a drunken jumping jack in a box… leaning all around from the waist!

If so, then… this jumping jack enjoyed watching it snow!  I wish I had ‘something’ … that I could watch it snow ‘all I wanted it to’ …so, I could sit as long as I wanted to … to watch it.  

I wish I could ‘get lost’ in it, come back when I was ready to.  I’ve never heard of such a thing (of course!  I never hear of ‘such a thing’ when I wish for some things!)

Skip suggested a snow globe.  “No, Skip, I don’t want a snow globe, I would have to keep shaking it up, to make it snow.”  Why wouldn’t I want to do that?  

Because…. this is most important… I don’t want anything to break up my focus, my concentration so, when I ‘enter the snow world’… I don’t ‘come back here… until I’m ready to!’

6 thoughts on “Like A Drunken Jumping Jack With Binoculars… SNOW!

    • I agree with you … it is real magic! I wish I could capture a dome of snow that fall never-ending … it have a seat inside for me to sit, to lie back… watch it fall as long as I wanted to…. all would be clear so, it would be like being outside… oh… I would have a clear glass between me and the snow! :)))

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