I watched three separate vehicles spin out in front of me as I was going between work locations today. Now I’m listening to the wind howl as the snow goes from slush to glazed on the streets, but at least I’m safely at home.
I can remember when storms like this weren’t frightening to me. Now every howl of wind sounds like it could be the next one to land a tree on the house. Logically, I know that’s not the case. There aren’t that many trees left that could hit the house even if one of the gusts did blow something down.
In the meantime, our snowblower broke in the last snowfall. The replacement parts don’t arrive until Saturday. We only have two shovels, so watched as others worked to remove the snow by hand.
Maybe someday, I’ll find the majesty in the storm and not just the potential for disruption and destruction. I’m hopeful that one day I’ll look back on the picture and short video I took and see the majesty in the storm’s power and find grace in the good fortune that this time we didn’t suffer significant damage.