Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Day 7 - It's Not Quite The Storm We Expected
It is, nevertheless, a storm. It's been snowing on and off all day and now as darkness begins to descend the snow is falling with greater intensity. It's all good. I try to walk at least a mile every day. Yesterday when I walked I was stunned by the cold. Today I delighted in the sleet hitting my face. I wore my hat with my coat's hood pulled up over it. I covered my mouth with my scarf and zipped up my coat. My glasses fogged over so I had to lower them to see and I was mesmerized by the ice forming on my scarf. These are the seasons of my life and I cherish them all. We are supposed to get about a foot of snow tonight. We'll see. Maybe we will and maybe we won't. It really doesn't matter to me. I work from home and the traffic is rarely heavy as I walk to my second floor office. At my desk I will spend a few moments looking out the window at our ancient locust tree and our grove of sassafras trees and winter's last snow still clinging to the ground.