There is no traffic on the busy road outside my house, it’s barely plowed to one lane. I can no more move mountains than I can the drift of snow that extends from here to there anyway.
The ache in my back reminds me that I did shovel yesterday, though the 2″ wide swath is barely impressive and serves no purpose unless an 8 foot stroll is your aspiration. It is hardly worth the effort, since the layers, coat, boots, hat, gloves and scarf must go on and come off and hang by the heating vent with each exploration.
Inside there is warmth and electricity and a pantry of provisions to sooth every craving—sweet, salty, roasted, comfort. Once you surrender to it, there is a beautiful expanse of time in which you are allowed, finally and gratefully, to pursue the things for which you otherwise rarely find time.
Deliciously snowbound, thus, I offer you these images of Snow from Windows.
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Words & Photos ©2013, Jen Payne