snow, friend or foe? yes

I was a big fan, 

sitting on my couch under a fuzzy blanket, 

watching the snow Sunday night

it was beautiful and relaxing,

zooming in to get a closer look made it more so

 

I wasn't as much of a fan Monday afternoon

when I had to bundle up because of it

and I certainly wasn't relaxed as I cleaned off my car 

and a path from the porch to the drivers door and scattered salt

my fingers and toes got cold 

but the magic returned Tuesday morning

when I made it out of my drive over the snow plow ridge,

found the interstate in nearly perfect driving condition,

the roads in Ashland were mostly clear 

and the hillsides were fairytale-like beautiful 

something can be: 

beautiful and dangerous,

welcome and a nuisance,

pleasurable and frustrating,

alluring and repelling,

all at the same time,

depending on our circumstance and perspective...

I want to remain alert. Mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually. I want to appreciate what is beautiful, but I never want to be blinded by pleasure. Mesmerized. Unable or unwilling to see how what I enjoy might be masquerading as something harmless but in truth is a threat or danger to someone else or to me.

because that snow is beautiful... 

from the warmth of my home or car.

but 

what if I was homeless?

had to travel before the roads were cleared?

had to clear the roads?

had work outside in it?...