What a beautiful contrast exists between the longing for snow and the craving for sunshine.
This is my first winter season in Park City, and I was in awe watching the delicate, soft snow fall during those first days. However, as I sat in a café, I overheard conversations filled with frustration: “This is the worst winter we’ve had,” people lamented, referring to the lack of snow so desperately needed by ski and snowboarding enthusiasts — snow that would also bring tourists and boost the local economy.
But then, I also witnessed the frowns when a moderate snowstorm blanketed the streets. The slow-moving traffic due to slippery roads, the struggle of walking even half a mile through the snow.
I too, found myself in that situation: staring at my soaked shoes, my hair covered in snow, and my frozen hands unable to clasp together to beg for a little warmth, a little light.
Now, we face this erratic climate shift, unexpected sunshine and a mild 48° F in Park City as I write. I see happy faces strolling through the streets, bicycles emerging from dusty storage, eager to be used once again. And I see myself stepping out for a small hike behind my house, embracing the sun as it melts away my cold thoughts.
There is a certain magic in contrasts — in finding joy under the warmth of the sun when we should be witnessing the heavy snowfalls that bid winter farewell, slowly giving way to spring.
Tannia Valenzuela R.
Park City