Walking in a Winter Wonderland
Actually, I am not walking in it at all. I am not even stepping outside the door. Yesterday, when the wind was blowing snow in all directions, so that it the experience could be likened only to having a facial performed by a snowblower, that was when I went outside. That was true weather and worth exposing myself to. Today is just the inevitable brilliantly sunny day that follows every snowpocalypse.
I suppose it should be encouraging, like the rainbow after the great flood. But a bright sun at an oblique angle to the earth, bouncing its rays off a landscape of uninterrupted white is simply too painful for these old eyes.
I watched as others shoveled, plowed, blowed and fought their way through the snow to get their cars out so they could join the other cars driving erratically on roads that aren't fully cleared. I used to be one of those people years ago, when it was important to conquer obstacles that stood between me and my desired destinations.
How nice it is to be without destinations, without urgency. As long as they eventually clear the roads, I can always find some service to bring food to me. In the meantime, I have the wisdom of age which tells me that May will arrive at some point and this will be nothing but a memory.
Image Credit » Photo is my own