Today’s
hard-blowing blizzard has me thinking of the gifts winter gives us. Sure, there
are hardships associated with today’s storm, but I’m trying to see Juno’s gifts
more than the misfortunes. First, there’s the gift of the fluffy, flying,
whirling snow – a sight that still thrills me like it did when I was a boy.
Someone who had never seen snow would be astonished at what I see outside my
window just now – an endless dance of soft white pieces of enchantment, a gift
to make an old guy get young again. Then there are the gifts given by the
strong wind -- the flowing, multifarious snowdrifts, as distinctive as
sculptures in a gallery. Tomorrow, in the welcome sunshine, I will tour the storm’s
museum in our neighborhood, admiring these evanescent, once-in-a-lifetime snow
sculptures produced by this artisitic and generous storm. I may feel more
fortunate than ever as I look at what powerful but fleeting Juno, now vanishing
into the universe, produced for me.
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