Reflections on a snow day...

There is an eerie quiet when it snows.
The entire world has been put on pause
as we sit,
wait,
and slowly watch the
pot boil.

It is the depths of winter,
though the calendar may say otherwise,
and everything gets a blank,
clean canvas.

For just a moment -
the canvas has endless
possibilities.
A mountain of snow really can
be the impenetrable fort.
A solidly packed snowball can
be the deadly weapon.
A driveway layered can
be the workout for the day...and then some.

But the perfect blankness
never lasts.
The plows come, the cars attempt to traverse,
and life continues.
The rain, mixed with the dirt of life,
slowly melts it into a dull
grey - a pleading cry
for spring to release us from
the bland.
The pristine can only hold
for so long.