. . . . that snow is intrinsically beautiful. I need to clear my mind of worry - how will I get to work in the morning, how will I get Goldfish to work, how will I respond if there is an ambulance or fire call tonight in the midst of the madness . . . .
. . . . and I need to look ahead to when the wind dies down, the sun comes out, and the eagles take baths in the river. I need to stop trying to control and shape my environment, just for one night, and to relax and do my best. I need to bundle up and walk the dog then snuggle in for the night, filled with wonder at nature's violence. Tomorrow is another day, a beautiful day, and things are going to be okay . . . .