Snow Underfoot

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Today’s Perfect Moment is a study in contrast. It is a bad moment giving way to a beautiful one.

When I boarded the bus home, the snow that Bri has been looking for arrived in the form of ice pellets. The collective humanity known as the commuting horde groaned, realizing that the white Christmas they had hoped for might manifest itself in snarly traffic chaos and bitter bus stop waits.  The joy of the first snowfall felt more like a dark omen.

I, absorbed in my book, tried to remain upbeat.   Snow is beautiful.  Snow allows one to ski.  Snow wraps the landscape in a wonderful blanket.  These are the things I concentrated on despite feeling a bitter chill every time the bus door remained open long enough for some of the winter to invade.

When I got off the bus, prepared to make the trudge home, things had changed. The snow was falling softly and the no longer wind driven.  The ground had indeed been wrapped in a blanket and my footsteps made that lovely crunchy sound it does when the snow is new.

Now if only tomorrow were a snow day.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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4 Responses to Snow Underfoot

  1. Brittany says:

    You make snow sound magical, even though I don’t enjoy it much at all! The quite falling I can handle though.

  2. We won’t get snow here in the lower South unless it’s a miracle

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