Nature's miracle

As the flakes began to fall, I settled in for a long night. It was going to be a big one. There was nothing to do, but wait. And watch.

Some cursed the white falling from the skies. I chose to appreciate the wonder of winter as it piled up on my car and against my sliding glass doors, ensuring I wouldn't get out easily or any time soon.

After almost 24 hours of being at Mother Nature's mercy, the plowmen allowed me to venture out. Slowly. Surely. One block at a time. No more than 20 mph, most often 10 or less. I got to the store. I took the long way home, which took longer than usual. But I didn't mind. After more than a day of gray, the sun had made a late-afternoon appearance. The clouds parted as it set and the sky filled with hues of purple and orange, the likes of which I haven't seen in a long, long time.

You can curse the trouble when it comes or you can observe and not judge, move through and experience, knowing something good will soon appear again on the other side. If you're willing. If you let it happen. It's only natural.