On Snow And Virginity

I sat in a cafe this morning, drinking coffee and reading Death Of A Salesman, while throwing an occasional glance towards the snow falling outside the window. It was the first real snow of the winter, well, for the past two years, and seemed to have been met with both welcome and disdain. It is beautiful to look at, but it doesn’t take much of it to disrupt our plans.

We have an Angolan student staying with us, and this for him was his very first experience of this type of weather. Our recent dearth of the stuff allowed me to view it like he did, for it is just, I think, over familiarity that allows us to become blasé about the world around us.

The kids had been excited on the school run. I would say that they had been both racing ahead, and delaying their arrival at school, if that wasn’t such a contradiction. My seven year old daughter exclaimed dramatically “I hope I don’t die, I will never see snow again!”

Turning from a main thoroughfare onto a small cul-de-sac, both children stopped as they appeared dumbstruck at the sight of the fresh snow lay out before them, all encompassing snow that held no tracks or footprints.

“Can we go over it ?” my five year old son asked, as though sensing immaturely something sacred about its form.

I laughed, “Of course you can! Off you go over the virgin snow.” 

The boy ran ahead, but his older sister paused, asking characteristically: “What does virgin mean?”

I started to think about context. Something unspoilt, untarnished. Something pure, without taint or blemish. Of course this line of thought led to what was meant by virgin. Again, someone unspoilt, untainted, pure. But this only holds if we view sex as something dirty, sinful. Something spoiling. Which of course it isn’t (again, allowing for context). It is attitudes and perspectives that are spoiling, not the natural act itself.

Of course I said none of this. “It’s just snow that nobody has trodden on yet. Get going!”

She raced off, following her brother, both of them in their joy taking the snow’s virginity.

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12 thoughts on “On Snow And Virginity

  1. I was raised a Catholic. Try wrapping your head around the whole “Blessed Virgin, Mary” issue as a kid.

    Lovely photo of your wee babes enjoying their snow. We got two feet dumped on us a few nights ago. Want some?

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  2. I very much enjoyed this post. Interesting comment, the virgin snow… Your children are very cute!
    Being Australian, I have only seen snow once in my life (on a holiday to Spain many years ago). Though it snows in my state, it doesn’t snow where I am. Snow to me is some sort of romantic white thing that children across the equator experience when we are sweltering in 40-degree heat. I s’pose the concept of snow is virgin to me, too.

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    • Sorry-somehow I overlooked this comment. Naughty WordPress!
      I remember when I was in high school a lad from Australia, over here to stay with family, spent some time in my class. Must have been around 1984. In the winter it snowed quite heavily, and I remembered him saying over and over “It’s unreal!” After his return we wrote a couple of times but then lost touch. I can’t remember what part of Australia he came from, but I know he supported the Magpies!

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