When the snow stopped last night a person would have believed that people would have to take another day to tunnel out of their hidey-holes before the world could properly operate. I woke at five this morning and checked the school closings, half-expecting that we’d all have another day off, but other than schools in remote areas which are starting two hours late, we are all at our customary posts.
This is not to say that things are back to normal. The roads are plowed, but post-plowing snow fell and is packed into rutty tracks which slow everyone down to about half the posted speed limits. People are at work and the coffee shop was busy, but customers everywhere else seem to be occupied with more pressing matters. This leaves the employees time to compare stories about their personal sagas in The Big Snow. When it comes to building a sense of community, you can’t beat shared adversity. The world today is a big love-in.
Well, it’s that here. That’s not true everywhere in the state. For example, that city I’m headed to for art classes tomorrow has a gathering that is probably not all friendship and good will. As snow is forecast for tomorrow afternoon, a seventy mile drive to join this assemblage is something I’m carefully weighing today.
