Lucy of the Peanuts wouldn't eat snowflakes until January. They weren't ripe yet.
Today I had to work OT, and there were just a few tiny flakes falling down, not enough to wet the ground or be even barely visible. This lasted a few hours. Twice I went outside and twice I watched the snowflakes land in the dark faux fur on my coat and each one was an individual, each one was perfectly shaped, though they were all different. They looked much like the ones above - they all had six sides, but some were intricate and some were flatter and more platelike. They were all amazingly beautiful.
The first time, I went back in and tried to call my family to tell them to go outside. No answer. The second time, I got no answer again so I told my co-worker to take a quick walk out the door and see what I had seen. Before I could finish my sentence, she cut me off yelling "OMG SNOW! I have to drive home in this, oh SHIT." I had already explained that there was nothing happening - that kind of snow melts a moment after it lands, and it is all separate, tiny, floating things. Not the driving crystals associated with slippery roads or, if you're like me, snowmobiling. So I called my boss on the other side. I told her the same thing, and she laughed in my ear. At me. She had no intention of going out.
I told five people in all, one of whom was outside WITH me and had one on his arm that we both looked at, and not a single one was interested. Snow like that doesn't happen every day. In fact, here, we don't get it but once every several years, if that.
What the hell happens to people? I know it's not "growing up" because I'm grown up. I know it's not just working because my husband would have been interested, and he has worked his whole adult life.
Do they all just lose their sense of wonder? Do they ever, like me, just go out in the rain and take their shoes off and splash in the puddles?
More importantly, if I had said this to YOU and you were with me, would you have looked and marveled at the snowflakes? Would you have wondered at their beauty? Would you have laughed at me? Would you have panicked? Do you still have your sense of wonder and beauty in the little things that happen around you when you're lucky? Please, tell me these answers. I am not being flowery or rhetorical. What would you do, and what do you do? With things like this?