The First Snowfall of the Season

It has been several years of daught in California and Nevada. Crops are withering, lakes and rivers have dwindled, and the water aquifer level is dropping. We depend on water for so many things – drinking, cooking, bathing, watering crops, recreation, and so much more. Land without water is discharged up; people without water can not endure. Water is life. So imagine my delight when the weather forecasters hit it right and rain and later snow began falling like mad. It started last evening with a sudden whosh and then a pause, and then it waltzed in again and is refusing to stop. Glorious, wonderful, enriching water is pounding the earth and my soul.

My morning began with a pre-dawn run in the rain. While some might hesitate to wander out into a shower, I looked forward to it with great anticipation. Refreshing, clean, and tingling with rebirth, a rain is incredible for building the spirit and exciting the mind. Jumping puddles and avoiding potential spills on corners, the miles reeled in in delight. Although soaking wet by the end, I had been revitalized by the joyous droplets that covered me. After all, wet dries, a warm shower warms, and fresh clothing soothes.

With a speedy glance at the weather report I noted that rain was expected from the coast of California to the Nevada-Utah border and beyond with potential snowfall in the mountains. Would not you know that this was the day I needed to travel to Lake Tahoe for a 2-day presentation? But as an adventurous driver and possessing an undaunted spirit, I checked for chains in the car, bookmarked my phone for Nevada road reports, and headed down the highway. The rain fell for the next 200 miles, alternating between drizzle and monsoon as severe pools bordered the highway with flooding possibilities awaiting. But with rain so needed, how could I complain or even consider staying at home when the road and duty called.

The last few miles as I ascended Spooner Summit the temperature dropped and snowflakes began to swirl. I kept an eye out for the highway patrol as well as someone to assist me with my chains. It is not that I do not know how to put chains on, but in fancy dress and shoes a walling did not seem like a good idea. I decided to save that for later. Law enforcement and chain installers failed to materialize and so I ventured on following the snowplow's wake, reaching the hotel just as the snow really started to stick. Covered with flakes and dripping just a bit, I unloaded and headed for the assigned room to prepare for my talk on dementia, pain and anger management, and agitation and how the right music can quell these for a time. This is a magical topic to be delivered under the magical condition of snow

As I wait for the audience I am enjoying the lovely view of snow falling on pine trees, covering the earth, cars, and passersby. Is there anything more Invigorating than this? The weather is supposed to break this evening and roads are expected to clear. That will be nice for my afternoon return route tomorrow, but for now I am enjoying the beauty of the moment with visions of snow angels circulating through my thoughts. Snow and rain can be addictive.