Snow

Beclouded

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

Emily Dickinson

Charity and I were discussing how our blogs can get mundane, so we thought of a little challenge to help one another put more thought into it.

Today's challenge: Write about snow; your feelings about it, likes/dislikes, memories, etc.

Photo is from the KSL website, submitted with the following caption: Church admin building with flag at half mast during today's snow storm. - Photo Submitted by Dan Bierman

Monday's snow storm was incredible. I walked from school to work and I could see blue skies to the west and threatening, black clouds in the north and east. I got to work a little after 10 am and that was the only signs of a coming storm we had. Five minutes later I was looking out the window with my co-workers and discussing how ominous the skies looked. Only a minute later we were in the middle of a white-out. I thank Heavenly Father for holding off the storm long enough for me to get safe inside.

With all the walking I have been doing downtown I have had a lot of opportunities to walk in the fresh fallen snow. There was one morning I remember especially when the fresh fallen snow was coating the trees of City Creek Park. Everything looked so white and pure. It was so peaceful. When I got to work everyone was talking about the trouble they had commuting in the snow and all I had to say was my "commute" was beautiful.