I regret not having my camera with me. There is snow lying all around. Outlining the land in all it’s beauty.
It is beautiful outside. A certain calm prevails. Untouched snow. White. Pristine. Winds brushing the fluffy snow off the ground only to see it settle down again.
Today is the day poetry would be written. Post cards would be made. Beautiful landscape would be photographed.
Just less than twenty-four hours ago, I was stranded in the snow. On a bus that crawled after a few slips on ice. I was cold. I was anxious. I was calculative. I experienced the snow and the snow storm.
I now think of the people who were affected by this snow. In accidents, lack of heat or electricity. I wonder if they will ever live to enjoy the beauty as I do. I wonder if they will ever come around the storm?