White Stuff

As I left work and walked out of the building tonight, I was surprised by the huge flakes that welcomed me into the cold brisk air. There's something very calming and serene about the snow. Looking around me, all I saw were the white flurries covering the roads, the trees, the cars, the grass... it was like a Thomas Kinkade painting (only there would be no cars in the painting). And for that split second, I forget about all the worries in the world... the problems at work, the personal struggles I'm dealing with, the uncertainties in life, the everyday stresses, etc. For that split second, all I saw was God's wonder and amazement. But then, reality hits and I shuddered at the thought of having to shovel when I get home. I was also reminded of the dirty, slushy, slippery roads that materialize after a snowfall. Nothing's perfect in this world, but if only we can savor the good moments a little longer...

(BTW, the title of this entry is courtesy of M.)