Once upon a...Hmm

Once upon a field of snow, I could probably continue with this train of thought had I ever seen one, but in southern California it just isn't something you see. How unfortunate. I'd seen snow in pictures, in books, on television, and even in my dreams but never once had I been in a position where I could actually describe snow. I imagine that maybe it's like sand but even I, (in my ignorance), find that hard to believe. My mother grew up in Washington and told me about building snow men and drinking hot chocolate by the fire on the snow days that had gotten her out of going to school. Now that was certainly a cool thought. She'd tell me how it was next to never the small vehicles you saw in the ditches that lined the roads but the big 4x4 trucks who's driver's were so confidant that they threw caution to the wind and slid right off the road, chained tires and all. That's not so cool a thought but to be honest  that kind of thing happens here when it rains and it isn't just trucks either. People flip the hell out and lose their minds.

     "Holy crap what is that stuff falling from the sky!" They say.

     You laugh...but I am serious, rain is so rare that when it does come down people have to take a minute to remember what rain actually is. But by the time it comes back to them it's too late because now there is a 8 car pile up on south bound I-5. People are crazy! As if driving to Mexico is going to help them escape the stuff falling from the sky. Either way as much as rain fascinates me, the idea of snow has always fascinated me more. One day I am sure that a time will come where I travel to a place and say something like, "Once upon a field of snow" but until then I offer the closest I have come to date, Once upon a snow cone. Yum, cherry please.