I’m coming into this a few days after the fact, but a ton (not literally) of snow fell on the Twin Cities as a going away present from our friend March. This comes as a shock to the system due to the 50 degree days preceding this fluffy white precipitation. The snow fell all day long Monday, and it was all anybody talked about. And that’s fine.
Why is that fine? Because sometimes I don’t need to have a meaningful and important conversation with you. The weather is right there in front of us. It is a simple and shared experience. We can very easily exchange a few words on the subject. My mind, which has been working hard all day, doesn’t need to find a witty comment on it. “Man, it’s still snowing,” is all I want to say.
The weather is common to all of us. Granted, colors are a shared experience too. But unless there is a Hypercolor shirt nearby, colors don’t generally change. The weather does, and it fascinates us.
If it’s simple to talk about and still fascinates us, then for the love of taking a mental break, let us talk about it! Sure, we’ve talked about the weather before. But there is snow on the ground all of a sudden!
Bring up the temperature, if you should wear a coat, if you left your gloves at home, or how you just washed your car. We’re not working on rockets. We’re just relating. It’s nice once and a while.
[Photo credit: Chuck]
I feel the same way when I talk about American Idol; just observing some passive force of nature.