So, it’s snowing in New Mexico. Quite energetically. To almost every other state the words, ‘it’s snowing’ will be met with one of two responses. ‘It’s snowing again. meh.’ or ‘More *(&)^)Y&^^ snow! When does summer start again?’
Here in New Mexico we don’t believe in water. Frozen or otherwise. We have so much sun here that we’re contractually obligated to use the word ‘sun’ in every single title.
We’re the state where if it rains for more than half an hour we all stand around staring at one another in terror. So when it snows two things happen here. First the entire state shuts down as though a mild snow storm were a massive natural disaster of Michael Bay movie proportions.
Then we go out and frolic in the snow like brain damaged puppies. Because who knows when it will happen again? It doesn’t matter how old we are. It repeatedly has this effect on most of us. Apparently forgetting the fact that most of us live in New Mexico specifically because of the weather. Because it isn’t cold and it isn’t snowy and it our weather reports rarely contain catch phrases like, ‘snowpocalypse’ or ‘froze to death.’ We don’t actually like being cold. I often think about moving from New Mexico to a place where things grow and not everything has thorns. But then I think about the weather and change my mind.
So I’m going to take my kids outside to make a snowman and drink some hot chocolate and admire my winter wonderland. But if it doesn’t all melt in two days I’m going to start freaking out and hoarding water. And maybe bombs and motorcycles.