It's snowing out today here in Massachusetts....again. It's February, which means that the moment I hear the word "snow" my face immediately scrunches in displeasure. Gone is the wonder and beauty of our white christmas, and all that seems to remain is ice, slush, and sand. The snow banks on the side of our driveway are already taller than my 5'6", and the driveway itself is covered in a 2 inch layer of ice from a previous storm. Shoveling at the Perry household is now a circus act, clowns included, and we're considering taking it on the road. Might as well make some money if we're going to be breaking ankles.
In spite of all of the cold, gloom, and cabin fever, there is an undeniable beauty to winter. I love the stillness that envelopes the world in the midst of a storm. Outside my window the snow falls quietly, no people, cars, or animals to disturb the peace, and everything feels so serene. These are moments of reflection and prayer. Looking out at the cold, I can't help but feel thankful for my warm home.
I am thankful for our neighbor, who saw us struggling and rushed over to rescue us with her kindness and giant snow-blower. Without her help, I fear we might still be out there, shoveling away. I am thankful for our two beautiful cats, who love us unconditionally and never cease to drive us crazy meowing for attention when we get home from work. And I am thankful for all of the truly beautiful people in this world that never cease to inspire me to be a better person. Several days ago my mother and I were leaving our favorite McDonalds and saw the scene pictured below: an employee carefully leading two elderly ladies over the ice in the parking lot. Truly beautiful.