It was snowing large, dream-like flakes on my way to work today. By the time I got to work, it had become the kind of snow where the flakes are so huge that they float more gently and in larger numbers than any Christmas movie you’ve ever seen, and white out everything that isn’t near at hand. It was the kind of snow insulates and shrinks the world to something much smaller than the already small corner of the world that I participate in.

And I felt like I could breathe.

Pulling into the parking garage further compressed my world until it was like a blanket tucked around me. Like a set of Russian nesting dolls, I was inside the car, inside the garage, inside the storm. As I sat there listening to Neutral Milk Hotel staring out into the swirling field of white, the whole world somehow seemed serene. I sat there for 5 minutes feeling snug and consumed, distracted only by the streams of melting snow streaming down the windshield.

The moment that I opened the door and heard the rumble of the train and the lumbering traffic below, the magic was somehow washed away and the world once again became a blizzard of white noise.

Posted in Happy