Falling snow has erased the past two hours of work.  It’s futile.  Removing my coat and hat, snow falls on the floor and quickly transforms into a glassy puddle.  The wind rages, pushing the snow where it will. It may kill me, but the snow will still be there tomorrow morning. The kettle’s on the boil as it’s time to warm up.  But I’m conflicted. Should I go back outside?  As the water finishes boiling, I pour a cuppa.  Again, I wonder…should I go back outside?  As I close my eyes the answer becomes clear.  No. The snow can wait.

(Photo credit: R. Tracy)