Upper Half of Beacon Street

In a way of being completely timless, somethings are also undeniably timely. So it was today with a walk through the freezing weather. I won’t deny that I liked it, though it’s not so easy to make clear my own mental picture. I had the unique opportunity to experience not one, but three different winter days in the Northeast: the bitterly cold type, the sunny, laugh with your eyes and walk with the baby kind of day, and finally the fluffy snowflake experience. I woke up to snow today, and it was fluffy.

Snow has an odd insulating effect, whereas the more snow you get, the nicer the onset of the day is. I was able to carry on about most of my day outdoors as I would, riding the T, grabbing some food, school-window shopping (as it were). It was refreshingly chilly but well in my range of tolerance. In short, a nice winters day full of snow.

Now I had seen snow before, but other than this time, it had always been of that disgusting brownish, sleet condition. The leftovers of snow plowing and salt are not as romantic as some movies like to play them out to be. I dealt with that though, because that’s the way it is. That’s the way it is, and will be until something beautiful falls out of the sky. And it did.

Walking down Beacon Street today made everything– being sick, losing things, spelling losing wrong, the brown snow –worthwhile. It wasn’t a Christmas scene, no, but it was elegant. More often than not, it was if the trees all around me had grown a new set of leaves in white. Houses around me went from states of disrepair to snow-covered safe-havens. Trash was covered and foot prints erases. Shops were perfect, hot food what I needed and everything became well-worth the wait, effort, and in the case of my frozen feet, pain.

If I’m alone too long, I think about things that I shouldn’t. I’m one of those kinds of people that when prompted with a problem, keep going at it forever until solved. There are other kinds to that can ignore a problem once they realize that pursuit is fruitless. I dig in my heart until it hurts, literally. Today, driving through the snow (I’m not much for actually walking in it) was worth it. I needed to know that that was still possible.