Monday, December 24, 2007

Snow Job

One of the things I miss living in the West is snow. I miss the snow for the way it made me see things differently, the way it changed my perspective, if only for a moment. I know I could go up into the mountains, but it's not the same as having it come to you. The most serene and peaceful times in my life have been walking through the sleeping streets of the college town where I did my undergraduate degree, stopping in the middle of the pillowy sidewalk and listening to the snow fall the ground. It was as if the entire city were frozen, suspended in the amber from the buzzing streetlights.