Riding in the Snow

We haven’t had any snow since the big dump around Christmas (the same storm that buried Buffalo). The weather has reminded me a lot of Eugene, dreary and rainy and temps near freezing. Somewhat static.

We’ve now, just as January is almost over, entering a pattern of snow waves. Every day now we are predicted to get a bit of the white stuff.

I was nervous, wondering how I was going to get to work. It’s not that far—I could walk, but walking home at night didn’t appeal to me. Grace and I were back and forth about taking the car or dropping me off, which meant bundling up the baby for a 5-minute drive. Finally I decided I’d ride my bike.

In a word: beautiful. The world was white. It was globby snow that clung to tree branches and piped the bushes. I was inside a wedding cake. Everything glistened and glowed. On one hand, I was glad I didn’t have far to go, and on the other, I wished it would never end.