Snow, the particles, no not particles, the actual essence the frozen water is falling from the sky. Enough falling then, to cover the ground. I have run to warm pictures for the past few days, but now all is lost. It was on this morning that we were awakened to 2 degrees (F). Temperatures that can be measured on one d are uncomfortable. Today I am embracing snow (well I am not going outside and hugging the snow currently in the yard, rather I am embracing and accepting the concept of snow.). This snow is from 2004 in Greenwood, Indiana. There was a time when I traveled all over the world; that snow was a huge obstacle. In part because I had to shovel the driveway before I could get the car out of the garage. Then I had to drive to the airport. Many days I was the only person on the road, arriving on time, only to find my flight delayed two, three, or four hours. One bad weather day, we spent 5 hours on the plane on the Tarmac. It was due to thunderstorms, but you get the idea. Snow is the enemy of productivity. It calls to you; it’s the siren song of let’s play. Let’s sled; let’s be eight years old again. The problem is the last time I went sledding my back hurt for a month afterward. I wonder if snow is the universe’s answer to the question of what can go wrong will. Snow being what did go wrong, the worst-case scenario. Yes, it lies in beauty on the ground. I am covering the scars of the world that were there before. But it is not a peaceful beauty. It is a loud beauty that ever changes all around.
(very old high view, no comment wander project testing this for Kim’s issue)