the simple things

It’s 6:30…. am. It’s still dark. Driving to work the first flakes start falling. You arrive. Work is cancelled. The sun rises but is masked by the thick gray clouds. They begin to release more and more flakes. The coffee in your thermos is still hot, so you top off your mug for the drive home. Now you can take your time getting back home and enjoy the ride. At home you have the whole morning to relax and work on some of your small projects you have going on. I can’t help but keep looking out the window when I pass one. I’m not sure there is anything that makes me happier than seeing frozen water fall from the sky. The beauty and purity of a fresh blanket of snow is enough to fill me with joy.

That is until I was running some errands and locked my keys in the car. Then I was just mad. It would be different if I didn’t do it like every month. So, I stand out in the snow with a coat hanger, till I can’t feel my hands, trying to get it open. But, to now avail. I go back inside the office, and luckily my day gets better, before it got worse. one of my coworkers volunteers that she has Triple-A. Saved. The proverbial sun begins to shine again and am off to enjoy the beauty of the snow. So refreshing.

Coming home, you walk down the sidewalk looking back at your tracks, feeling the snow light on your hair. The cool air is invigorating. And when you walk into your apartment, your roommate has already found the Christmas station on the radio. It is almost too beautiful to put into words.

I will let you experience it for yourself.