And the Snow Goes On…

I am bonking on a project at work. — In fact, I am bonking as a graphic designer. I have operated too long in a vacuum, I’ve had no quality input to keep my ideas fresh, to the point now where they are barely practical.

I spent an hour yesterday browsing job ads online. Time to move on.

Anyway, moving on: I am bonking on a project at work. This morning I decided I’d go to the public library and look over literature there: browse the stacks, browse the brochure racks – anything to get some ideas churning.

Its cold here this morning, very cold. I actually wore a jacket out of the house as I left for work, and put it on again as I went to the library. Its even colder now than earlier.

We got 4 inches of snow this time last week. It held firmly for a couple of days. Then we had a couple of days over the weekend where I was driving around in shorts with my windows down. Very pleasant. Almost…warm.

Today, most of the snow is melted. It exists primarily as remenants of heaps where it was plowed and piled. I contemplated a crusty pile of the stuff as I got out of my truck at the library. The rest of the grass is shriveled and brown, but the evergreens – well, are – and other colors were true, if muted in this iron-cast sky.

I was inside for about 45-50 minutes; a few minutes longer than I told my office I would be. I found a great book, “Why Are You Creative?” by Hermann Vaske. Its several dozen famous people: actors, writers, the Dali Lama, Gorbachov, others – all asked that simple question. Their answers are analyzed by a couple of psychologists – just for color, really – nothing serious. The author also asks the person a couple of other relavant questions.

Very interesting book. I checked it out.

I am hurrying to get it checked out and get it, myself, and the brochures I copped, back into my truck and back to the office. As I burst out the library doors

the world was all white!

It had started snowing while I was inside, and made really good progress, considering. There was about a quarter-inch accumulation, and it was everywhere, even on the roads and such (which is uncommon here; the roads are usually warm enough to melt such a thin layer).

It was very pretty. Very transforming.

What struck me most, was as I rounded my truck to get in, seeing the old, dirty snow, and the grass – both covered over with a new layer of white. The grass was pretty, and the old crusty snow looked soft and new again. It was just – profound? I don’t know.

I thought it was neat.

Anyway, I sit here now, typing, and can see it piling up. Still not alot – about a half-inch. But the grass is white with little sticker-uppers, and the roads are white, too. And most of the cars. And its piling up a bit around the vent pipes on the roofs.

Rooves. Roofs. …Rufus. Roofs.

We still have debris all over our hill from the last batch of sledders. Now that may all be covered over, and new trash will come out. And here I thought I had time before I proposed parking-lot barracades to warn sledders not to park in our administrative lot. ..and here we will need them already!

Happy snow!