On February 2nd this year, Groundhog Day, Punxsutawney Phil, the Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of Prognosticators, awoke from his Winter nap, saw his shadow, and predicted six more weeks of Winter. I just discovered that this ceremony has it's roots in a Celtic tradition that says if a hibernating animal casts a shadow on February 2, the Pagan holiday of Imbolc, Winter will, indeed, last another six weeks.
Phil has been hard at work predicting the weather since 1887 and, during that time, has only predicted an early Spring sixteen times, and has an accuracy rate of just 39%; this year, he hit the nail on the head. Fourteen snowstorms have come through the New York City area, delivering four feet of snow, turning everything into, as my daughter puts it, "a Winter Wonderland".
I am still a kid at heart, enjoying sledding, making snowmen and snowball fights. Despite it's impact on our city, and our morale, the fleeting beauty that snow brings, transforming the noise of a metropolis into a tranquil world of black & white, will always bring me back to the joy of childhood.
That doesn't stop me from wishing for the return of colour, and the onset of Spring!