Today, my world is white. There’s close to two feet of snow on the ground now, and it’s still coming down – fast, driven sideways by the wind.
From the window, my view is obscured by drifts, but I can see that the world has shut down.
No cars in the street…only the muffled sound of children making the most of this fresh coating of imagination. With it, they’ll make castles and forts and pretend to fight long ago battles – but with snowballs not bullets.
I’m happy, warm…inside. My morning newspaper was delivered in the wee hours sometime. It’s buried somewhere on my front path.
Who cares? I’ll read my book, the one I got for Christmas that I’ve been meaning to pick up and start.
I’m happy that the world has stopped, if just for a day. A forced period of rest, quiet.
I wish people everywhere could have a snow day.