On Wednesday I was at the office and the powers-that-be decided to close the place down at 2:00, due to the weather. I wanted to go home and wasn't looking forward to the drive. I had heard that the highway we normally take home was closed, due to multiple accidents. We would have to take an alternate route, which I prefer in the snow anyway. Still...
I stood at the glass door, waiting for Mr. Carol For Peace to get done messing with his computer (yes, we work in the same office). I felt antsy, impatient, nervous - wanting to get home NOW.
Then, I wondered what it would be like to be a small child looking out the glass door. All of the layers of thoughts and opinions that have formed over many years started peeling away until all I saw outside was amazing white snow.
It was absolutely, stunningly precious!
