We are in the midst of a winter storm. The snow is falling fast and furious and the wind is regaling itself by furiously whipping it around trees, homes, cars – anything in its wake. Lucky for me, I work from home on days like this, so there is a childish glee that comes with the storm. I don’t know whether it’s because it’s a throwback to when snow days meant a day off from school or because it’s just nice to watch the storm unfold from the warmth and safety of home.
Coincidentally, I just started reading “The Shack”, and early in the novel the author beautifully describes the experience of a winter storm. I read this particular passage two days ago, on a clear, brilliantly-sunny winter day, and it felt like the author had reached into my mind and exquisitely described how I feel about snow days.
Even if it’s warm and sunny in your part of the world, maybe you can relate through the author’s words:
Excerpt from “The Shack” by WM. Paul Young
There is something joyful about storms that interrupt routine. Snow or freezing rain suddenly releases you from expectations, performance demands, and the tyranny of appointments and schedules. And unlike illness, it is largely a corporate rather than individual experience. One can almost hear the unified sigh rise from the nearby city and surrounding countryside where Nature has intervened to give respite to the weary humans slogging it out within her purview. All those affected this way are united by a mutual excuse, and the heart is suddenly and unexpectedly a little giddy.
A few paragraphs later, the author continues:
He paused to take in the beauty of a world engulfed in crystal. Everything reflected light and contributed to the heightened brilliance of the late afternoon. The trees in the neighbor’s field had all donned translucent mantles, and each now stood, unique but unified in its presentation.