So Friday morning, busy with research, emails and even a quick nip out to the Bean Bar for coffee with a colleague, slowed toward lunchtime.
And I thought, "Something for Saturday..."
At that precise moment, I looked up from my computer screen, at the snow just cascading down in big fat flakes.
Wonderstruck, I stood up, went downstairs, and walked outside, to take a few pictures on the front porch.
"Have you looked outside?" I asked my wife. "It's quite beautiful."
"Oh my God!" she cried, looking up from her computer, noticing it for the first time.
Then I went to the back porch, shot more photos — none seemed to capture the magnificence of the sky, filled with slow. Maybe you needed the motion, or the shockingly cold air, despite which, I had the presence of mind to tip my head back and catch a few snowflakes on my tongue. I'd hate to let a winter pass and not do that.
The magic of nature is, it resets us. Snow squalled majestically from the sky for 100 million years before people showed up and deemed it majestic. It cares nothing for our social media or our would-be king. It will fall long after we are done making a hash of things, and go to our final resting places. A good thing to notice it, and appreciate it, while we can before then.
And I thought, "Something for Saturday..."
At that precise moment, I looked up from my computer screen, at the snow just cascading down in big fat flakes.
Wonderstruck, I stood up, went downstairs, and walked outside, to take a few pictures on the front porch.
"Have you looked outside?" I asked my wife. "It's quite beautiful."
"Oh my God!" she cried, looking up from her computer, noticing it for the first time.
Then I went to the back porch, shot more photos — none seemed to capture the magnificence of the sky, filled with slow. Maybe you needed the motion, or the shockingly cold air, despite which, I had the presence of mind to tip my head back and catch a few snowflakes on my tongue. I'd hate to let a winter pass and not do that.
The magic of nature is, it resets us. Snow squalled majestically from the sky for 100 million years before people showed up and deemed it majestic. It cares nothing for our social media or our would-be king. It will fall long after we are done making a hash of things, and go to our final resting places. A good thing to notice it, and appreciate it, while we can before then.
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