Ice, ice, baby! Oh, the sunshine has greeted us with a frosty look, but, I turn my face the other way, ignoring the obvious. The first snow of the season! Whose idea was it to mix it with rain and throw a litle colod over it all? Even in its less than perfect state. I have to admit, I am grateful for this day. Every day is a gift. Every day. Even if you have to shovel your way out of it to find it.
Some places were plowed and cleaned up, some were not. There was a layer of snow left on the trees and it had gotten cool enough to keep it in place. Later today, it would probably melt and turn those piles of snow into a puddle. I decided to give it a go and see if I wouldn't slide all the way.
The gentle look of snow on the trees, all is calm, all is right. It gives me a sense of beauty and lovliness. I will admit that the blizzard cought them a little off guard in the Washington, DC metro area. The road to Washington, DC became inpassable and people were stranded in their cars without food and water overnight. A Schmidts Bread truck got permission to open up the back of his truck and pass out loaves of bread to people, to stave off the hunger.Some of those parts of the road had over a foot of snow on them. Hey! We don't fool around with the small stuff here. One of the biggest problems is the blizzard started after commuters had hit the road. It doesn't pay to be the early bird in this case.
@tattoodjay for hosting the #WednesdayWalk challenge! Show where you walked today, I want to see what you got to see. I hope you had a fabulous time and I think we should meet up here again next week! Until then, keep on smiling!! If you want to do the challenge, drop him a link on his #WedensdayWalk post so he can try to visit yours! Whatever your day looks like, it is worth a walk through it. You can't always have sunshine and rainbows, but, you can always have a #WednessdayWalk!
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It came...it went... it never said good-bye.
Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity ― Novala Takemoto
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost