Almost two feet of snow arrived on Sunday and Monday, just as the remains of the previous snowstorm were about to melt away.
The neighborhood is more beautiful under a blanket of snow.
In the garden, I shook the trees and admired their resiliency in the cold.
The vines looked like trees.
Looking out the window, I thought about how nice it would be to walk down the middle of the street on non-snow days without worrying about getting run over.
Snow gives us the chance to see the city in a kind of relief.
And to think about changes we could make to improve things.
Inside, we watched television. We all agreed that the best thing about the Olympics was Alysa Liu’s effervescent free skate, which while it lasted made us feel hopeful about pretty much everything.
Even the orchids were impressed.
But as the snow melted, our fantasies ended.
There was work to be done.
We all have our mission.
