As a kid, a snow day meant one thing: freedom. Pajamas stayed on, cartoons stayed loud, and responsibility quietly disappeared under a blanket of white. As an adult, a snow day is… different. Still magical but layered, like the coats we now actually remember to wear.

The morning starts the same way it always has peeking out the window before the coffee even brews. The world looks hushed, softer somehow, as if it agreed to speak in whispers for the day. Cars move slower, footprints appear cautiously, and everything feels temporarily paused. Even adulthood.

There’s a mental negotiation that follows. Do I still have to work? Can I work from home? Should I pretend I didn’t see that email just yet? Snow days as an adult aren’t handed to us we have to carve them out ourselves. Sometimes they’re a full stop. Sometimes they’re a compromise. The snow reminds us that not everything needs to be rushed.

I'm really grateful that the snow keeps coming over the weekend because I do not have to go to work. I've lived in the Northeast my entire life but I am not a fan of driving in the snow. Yesterday and today i've been snow days here. I was frustrated at first. Because I only have the weekend off to get things done that, I need to do. Yet, here I am being reminded by nature to not rush. I think I will watch from the window. I hope all of you have the best snow day.