Notes from December

December, winter, snow, ice ….cold. So, I sit by the window watching the snow fall, lightly floating down by the millions. Snow. It is a funny thing. So pretty yet so detrimental. The snow falls and covers everything. A world so harsh and noisy and then the snow falls, blanketing the earth with white, cold quiet. Cars move quietly down the roads as if they are moving in a funeral procession: slow, cautious, thoughtful. One false move and they could skid into wreckage, but forward they proceed. Snow. It’s an awesome thing how snow can take something ugly, wretched, and repulsive and cover it, hiding all its flaws and making it beautiful. Hm…. Maybe I should head outside… see ya.