Missing the snow

There are days when 80 degree weather in December just feels a bit bizarre and you long for just a couple of days of pure white snow. The kind of snow that comes out of nowhere and forces you to stay inside in front of a fireplace, eating yummy stew, playing games with kids and baking too many cookies all at once. But then after two perfect snow days, everything melts and things magically go back to normal. Wouldn't it be great if mother nature could behave the way we always wanted? I am reminded of the fabulous snow storm in 2008 that kept me indoors for almost a week. The first few days were bliss as I wandered around the empty streets, watched the neighbor kids throw snowballs and brave explorers put on their skis to roam around the city. That kind of snow doesn't happen often in Portland but is surely embraced on those rare occasions. My son has yet to see snow in person and I cannot wait to see his reaction.