I put on my layers of clothing, gray sweatshirt, and backpack and begin walking down my street. The ice crunches under my feet as I continue onward. Our street, like the others, is still very much covered over with long thick sheets of ice accompanied with thin blankets of snow. The sun though is bright and the air cool. No wind. As I walk I notice how this snow has left it's effect on the people I see and the cars that drive by. The cars move with a conscious ease to them, careful not to get stuck or lose footing. As do I. The people outside in their driveways bundled up in their winter jackets look up at me as I pass by, snow shovels in hand. They smile and say hello.
And I think we're all thinking the same thing to a degree. Despite knowing the snow will indeed melt and our daily lives will continue as they did before we are all currently in the same boat. Right now. The same snow and ice covered boat and we're just moving along carefully and calmly taking in this short moment when we can all relate to one another. Where we can all slow down and say hello. Even if it takes 14 inches of snow to make us.
When I get home I have a ham and cheese sandwich. Toasted.