The morning after

Unlike Philadelphia, the snow accumulation of the recent storm is not insignificant.  For two glorious days the white flakes descended from the heavens, sometimes the size of cornmeal, sometimes the size of dimes.  My body is not as dependable as it used to be when it comes to shoveling drifts of snow from the walks, the steps, the mailbox and the driveway.  In spite of the annoyance of altered schedules, I can’t help but be in awe of the absolute beauty of the landscape weighted down with the layering of these heavy white crystals.  Where I live, the world transforms into a world of wonder and fantasy during a winter storm.

Now it is time to return to reality and shovel the walks.