Snow.  What a Brilliant Invention.

    As March moves (slowly) toward April, I have to admit, I’m a little sad.  I mean, the smells are great and everything, and those snowdrops in mom’s garden sure are tasty, (sorry!). But one thing bugs me.   

    I will miss snow. 

    I wonder, who invented snow?  I mean, it’s brilliant.  Beautiful to look at sure, but also, if you’re thirsty, there ya go.  And have you ever just sat on it, and better yet, smelled it?  It smells great.   Like, if cold had a smell, it’d be snow.  And how many people ever stop and smell the snow?  Not enough. 

   I do some of my best thinking when I sit on a nice pile of snow.  Like, what is the sound of one hand clapping?  Is 78,557 the lowest Sierpinski number (I like prime numbers, but who doesn't?)?  What is my purpose, and why am I here (okay, I’m a little obsessed with existentialism).  But you can do some deep thinking sitting on a nice big fat pile of snow. 

    I wonder maybe, if more people tried sitting and thinking on snow, they’d stop all this crazy fighting around the world.  I mean, the Swiss have a lot of snow, and they hardly ever fight.  Maybe that’s why there’s so much unrest in the Middle East.  Not enough snow.  But what do I know.  I’m just a puppy.

    Slow down people.  Smell the snow.