While driving I came across this wonderful feeling. Passing by a school, on a day when school was closed, I saw three kids playing in the snow. The small melted piles of white, sparkled with mud, lay holding on to their former larger selves from the snowfall yesterday. The kids too remembered the previous day of laughter and joy provided by the white powder falling from the sky, then forming to create castles and forts. It was likely the aftermath of a huge battle. Snowballs flying across the field and strategic dodges and counter defenses and attempted flanks, then pure disorderly fun of a united scale, feeling part of the universe and the specific energy of happiness that exudes from it in times of love and play. And now as the snow had slightly melted, there were only the muddy piles left, and still they played with them.
Screaming and running around the piles with smiles stretching to their max across their faces. Smiles where the body takes over, you don’t think about smiling or yourself, as your spirit has joyously dissolved into the world. They kicked the piles of snow, mostly aiming at nothing, finding amusement in when the boot hit the pile and sent wet snow splashing upward, but sometimes half aiming at their neighbor when they weren’t looking, kicking a pile of their own. Small explosion’s of icy snow burst in front of their smiles. I could hear the laughter through the car window. And as that laughter touched my ears, I thought, how beautiful, out of admiration and spite. How amazing do children look at the world. The simplest things providing the greatest satisfaction.
However, being older the snow has lost its amusement. Things have gone old with me. But I once was a kid. I too played with snow as if it were gold, as if it were snow. How great would it be to feel that way again? Perhaps, we could find another way to feel that way. Perhaps, we never will quite reach it. The only way being the invention of a time machine. Either way, seeing it helped provide some of the joy of the past. As I drove with depressed moments before and moments after the scene. Listening to sad music. Listening to the children play in the snow.