A few Friday’s ago, we had a snow storm and Portland schools were cancelled. I still had to go to work; our office is more dependable than the U.S. Postal Service and doesn’t close for 5:00, snow storms, weekends or even 9/11.
As I drove down Ledgewood Road in Falmouth, I marveled at the sun shining off the snow at 8:00 a.m. Early morning sunshine after freshly fallen snow is one of the most beautiful sights to me and one of the reasons we, Northerners, live where we do. We’ve not seen enough of it this winter – what with unusually warm temperatures and lack of snow.
Even more beautiful were the trees heavily laden with snow, looking like the Arctic or the Snow Queen’s wintry landscape.
If I didn’t work, I wouldn’t have been out driving around at that hour and by even as early as 10:00 a.m., the scene would be lost and would look completely different – the white pristine snow now muddied and trampled; the snow on branches having long since melted or fallen to the ground; the sun higher in the sky and not as awe-inspiring.
Funny how one’s reasons for enjoying going to work may have absolutely nothing to do with the job itself.