June 5, 2009. Huntington Lake, California.
Woke up at 5:30 a.m. to a heavy thud outside my bedroom window. I pulled back the curtain to peek. Snow. Lots of it. Moist white flakes drifting down, quietly adorning this small corner of the world with beauty. Unexpected beauty. Enough unexpected beauty to slide off my metal roof and start my day with a thud.
Had bacon and eggs with my sister and brother in law at 7:30. Mike and I had a lot of work to do. “Why is it,” I mused, “a kid sees snow and is ecstatic, and we see snow and groan?” “Because we have work to do and the snow is going to get in our way,” says Mike.
All this pristine, virgin snow, glimmering white and gracefully floating about. Beautiful and mysterious. So like a woman. Lovely to behold. Beckoning us to slow down, to linger and enjoy. But look here, son, we have work to do!
So we worked all day and cursed the snow and the next day the snow was gone.
Woke up at 5:30 a.m. to a heavy thud outside my bedroom window. I pulled back the curtain to peek. Snow. Lots of it. Moist white flakes drifting down, quietly adorning this small corner of the world with beauty. Unexpected beauty. Enough unexpected beauty to slide off my metal roof and start my day with a thud.
Had bacon and eggs with my sister and brother in law at 7:30. Mike and I had a lot of work to do. “Why is it,” I mused, “a kid sees snow and is ecstatic, and we see snow and groan?” “Because we have work to do and the snow is going to get in our way,” says Mike.
All this pristine, virgin snow, glimmering white and gracefully floating about. Beautiful and mysterious. So like a woman. Lovely to behold. Beckoning us to slow down, to linger and enjoy. But look here, son, we have work to do!
So we worked all day and cursed the snow and the next day the snow was gone.
If we read by a window and look at the snow, it that justification?
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