Yesterday reminded me of a Ray Bradbury short story called, “All Summer In a Day.” If you haven’t read it, it’s one of those stories that stays with you. I haven’t thought about it in a long time; but yesterday, my life imitated it. Well, not exactly like the story, but the premise was similar.
The thing is, I’ve been waiting for a very long time to see snow, which is an infrequent guest where I live. I stayed up all Saturday night waiting for it to arrive. At first light Sunday morning, I didn’t see anything falling — no rain, no snow, nothing. I guess I drifted off to sleep after that. The next thing I know, it’s after 1 PM.
The bottom line is that it snowed at our house for about an hour. We even had some accumulation on the grass and rooftops according to David. By the time I got up, though? It was gone. Nary a snowflake was to be seen.
Like the girl in Bradbury’s story, I missed it, closeted away…in my dreams.
Have you ever found your life imitating art (a picture, a movie, a book, a story, something else)? Please share. Also, are you Team Summer or Team Winter? I’ve always been Team Summer. Snow, though. It’s magical because it’s so rare around here. And I missed it.
Also, to Sherry at Feeling Funny — to answer your question from my last post: Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess, lives about three to four hours south of us. I’m not positive, but she probably got more snow than we did. Crazy, huh?