In the Face of the Coming Storm

I sit here tonight prepared. Boone has received a dusting of snow, and more is supposedly on the way. The University always seems to look fantastic in the snow, especially fresh snow. I imagine that after the initial storm has passed, the University will once again look crisp and beautiful in a blanket of white.

I am awaiting the storm with anticipation, hoping that it will not let me down. It's been awhile since I've seen a really big snow..and 2-4 inches isn't exactly a blizzard...it's a start. I went out and got a bit of extra food, ran my errands, and prepared myself. So, come what may...barring a power outage...I'm ready to hunker down a bit.

Certainly one could retreat from the storms, be they actual physical storms or metaphorical ones, but why? What does one learn from retreat? In turning your back on it, do you not just expose your vulnerabilities to it? Whether we are prepared or not, the storm is coming. I'm standing firm to meet it head on and if it knocks me down..then...oh well. I've always enjoyed body-sledding anyway.

May God keep you this and every snowy night.

Weather forecast for tonight: dark. ~George Carlin

For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously. ~George Gissing, "Winter," The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, 1903