Fresh Snow


It’s the first Monday of a new year in a new decade. I sit sipping a fresh cup of coffee looking out of the window at the snow that’s falling here in Cleveland.

The weather feels like a metaphor for the day. The snow has been slow and steady for three days accompanied by a light wind. Just enough to keep the surface white and to erase the footprints of people and animals that passed earlier. There is no well trod path of what’s gone before only an empty lawn waiting for new footprints or whatever.

Quick, before meetings mar the day, the year, the decade—lay in the snow beside me and flap your arms and legs to make a snow angel.

This post originally appeared in the Pragmatic Life blog.