Good morning world. Snow covering the city, grey skies above. I hear we don’t get to keep you long, that rain is on the way. Last night I stepped out to make sure I got a taste. Silence and slow crunch of boot fall. I’ve been pretty good about getting out and shoveling immediately these last couple of winter storms but this time I let it wait till morning. No regrets.
It’s perfect snowball snow. It’s wet and easy to push and pack. It’s the stuff that you shove rather than shovel and making long trenches along the walk, building shallow walls around the porch – it’s more fun than it is work.
I tried listening to the news this morning but, according to plan I’m assuming, it’s all too much and I shut it off again swiftly. Trump eliminating the law that says “don’t bribe foreign officials” seems to be simply too obvious and cynical, but I guess the point is that “Great” never WAS going to mean “kind” or certainly not “moral”, merely powerful and terrifying. Old Testament Greatness. Arbitrary and horrific. Not “thank you for our daily bread” style thankfulness, “thank you for not killing us” style thankfulness.
Fear.
But I turned it off for a reason. I Love the snow. It’s whiteness I can get behind and treasure. It’s beautiful and clean for a little while at least. And like our Lives, it’s temporary so why am I going to waste my time with it bothering with the rest of the world. I literally do that every other waking hour. Let me take a break when it snows, seeing no metaphor in who shovels their walk, bringing no judgement to it. Silencing the part of my mind knowing who’s GOT to shovel their car out and who’s GOT to GET their car shoveled out. Who’s got to work and who can’t.
