I don’t, but I wish I had been there. Throughout the year, over 70 inches of snow fell in York County.
In the epic early months of 2010, over 52 inches fell. That was fabulous, but now I want more.
That said, I have a lot to be thankful for: a job, friends and family, a home.
But the one thing I would love to get for Christmas, or during anytime this winter, is snow.
I love snow.
But I don’t want a simple flurry or an inch or two. I want the city to be buried in snow. So much snow that I can ski to work.
The winter I graduated from college and moved out to Colorado, my hometown, Columbus, Ohio, was pummeled with snow. The city shut down, as any metropolis would in the temperate zone. Richard was able to put on his cross country skis and slide around the city for hours without touching pavement. Not only was his way free of asphalt, it was free of cars. He was not touring on sidewalks, he was on the road.
In Colorado, I had my share of snow. Down hill skiing and ice climbing on the weekends. Cross country skiing on my lunch break. It was great. But it was normal.
I have yet to witness a city paralyzed with snow. Just imagine how quiet, how soft, how empty York would feel.
I would love to clip into my skis at home on the south side of York and swoosh through the city north to work. No cars. No noise. Just white.