I thought about writing an ode, but I do not think myself well suited to poetic endeavours.
But bad weather, contrary to initial common sense thoughts, can be a very good thing.
Universities and schools can close, giving students well-deserved time off to do homework and catch up in non-academic areas of life.
Of course, it has it's share of trials and tribulations (fish-tailing at intersections and crawling on icy roads is not very fun), but they bring with them a share of discoveries (apparently, a parked truck, with the parking brake on, can slide off an icy pavement slab and onto the gravel) and wonder.
It can also cause someone to remember that it's good to be alive (driving on icy roads with the truck behind you---'Mr. Fishtail', we dubbed him---fishtailing and swerving almost every time you look back, it seemed, makes one grateful to be safe) and make those 'small', often taken for granted mercies (such as safe everyday travel) seem so much bigger and special.
And there ends my attempt at waxing philosophical and admiring.
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Yes, if God sees fit to send dangerous weather, it is good to remember His mercies. Once safely home for the duration, it is wonderful to watch the snow fall, and to see the trees sparkle, and to listen to the grass crunch beneath your feet.
You never said a truer word, chief. ;) Very well-put. I'm glad you can see the good side of an ice storm. And I will admit, we had much, much to be thankful for.
--Sarah--
P.S. You're not half-bad of a writer, you know. :)
Don't forget that bad weather also gives the opportunity to break in new pairs of boots by scuffing them through every snow drift in sight.
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