Snowy Reflections
Put the mirror up to yourself during this quiet period
“When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf,
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.”
— Dale Wimbrow, 1934
It snowed here over the weekend. It wasn’t a notable amount, but just enough to put a pause in the usual cadence of things.
I enjoy those fleeting hours of the late night when the snow is still falling but has lightened up a bit. I’m usually the last one up, so I have the house to myself as I look out into the faint white glow in the yard. Like the smell of summer rain, the sound — or rather the absence of it — in the snow is familiar and welcoming.
As morning breaks, I hear the buzz of snowblowers in the neighborhood, the scraping of heavy plows in the street, and I have an awareness of fewer cars on the road: the wiser and less burdened among us staying home rather than venturing out into the slippery mess.
