When the snow came, it came through the night, softly, silently. I slept as soundly as if the falling flakes carried sleep-inducing spells. Waking up to go to the gym with Rodger, I stepped outside the door to find a world of pure white. Snow. It had come at last.
When the snow comes, it’s a joy, a challenge, and a headache. The joy is in snow’s rarity, its transforming power, and its delicacy. The challenge is de-icing your car (especially when the snow is a surprise!) and driving not into curbs and medians. The headache is when snow comes on a morning you’re set to distribute 328 flyers over 46 acres for work.
But even flyer distribution in the snow is fun because I got to see every inch of these fortress grounds transformed by white. Each surface wears snow differently, in the same fashion that no two women wear a dress the same way. The flat-topped bushes are strong enough to hold inches on top, while the elegant old trees’ branches slope downward and avoid such a load. Sidewalks, curbs, personal belongings and imperfections in the grass are all hidden under a perfect, glistening blanket.
When the snow came, it was a surprise… But I’ll never complain when beauty shows up in the morning un-called for.
