You dig your way to your car, scrape the snow and ice off of it, stomp through slush in the parking lot on your way to the grocery store… Some days, winter grows old. The snow-induced routines that are novel at first become hackneyed as they take up more and more of your time.
But then there are the days when there is a fresh coat of snow, the sun has come out to bathe everything in rare unfettered light, and the air is crisp and clean. You roll down a country road and hear your tires crunching the snow underneath you while the snowy woods around you muffle all the other sounds of nearby civilization. The air stings your lungs a little, bringing greater clarity to your consciousness. You head home only reluctantly when the sun begins to set. Cold fingers, cold toes, bright red nose - they all fade into the background as the magnificence of the experience comes to the fore.
Today was one of those days.
