Snow, Part 2

This is what I saw, standing on my front porch. You can’t really see the snowflakes all that well, but the snow on the bannister should give you some idea of how much is on the ground.

This is right outside my apartment/yard. That small black gate that’s open leads to my building. Apparently, when using the "zoom" feature on my camera, the snowflakes show up more.

North Wood Street, the corner of Wood and North.

As I as walking to work this morning, I figured out another reason why I like snow so much:

Despite how cold it is, despite how miserable you may be feeling… your every action is leading you to a drier, warmer, better place than where you are now. You travel along with this certainty in your mind, and it’s a fabulous feeling. In terms of western thinking, and how America views the day to day… nothing strikes the nail more on the head than this idea of constant improvement, striving to a better position. Happier than you are now.

When it snows, you know absolutely that things are going to be better, once you get inside.

As good as this feeling is, I feel twice as bad whenever I see someone homeless, out in the cold. The past two winters, I worked in the suburbs, so I never really saw anyone "out in the cold." This year however, I’m not so sure, since I’m working downtown.

When I stop and think about it, snow also makes me feel incredibly blesssed, incredibly thankful for the luck and randomness that allowed me to have someplace warm to go to, away from the cold.