I’m looking outside my window.
There was a snow storm over the weekend.
During the storm it was extremely cold and visibility was poor.
Those who had to venture out for work, appointments and commitments had to do so carefully.
There were a number of mishaps and delays throughout the storm.
Some people were left feeling frustrated.
But some were a little happy because they had the luxury of not needing to go out or, if younger, the possible joy of going out in the snow.
Some were worried because they knew they would have to deal with removing the snow in order to move around afterwards.
Others worry about the potential heat or electricity disruptions.
But what I find, time after time, is that moment of calm after the snow storm.
Everything is covered in snow.
The sounds are dampened a bit by this extra layer of material.
And regardless of where you are, there are snapshots of beauty.
So, I try to remind myself, whenever there is a warning of a snowstorm, or I am in the midst of one, that it will eventually end.
And I appreciate that brief moment of calm and beauty before I continue moving forward.
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Agree. I love the quiet after a snow storm.