It doesn’t matter what color your roofing is or the shape of your lawn.
Snow covers them all. In a blanket of white.
Wet and white.
Crushing underneath your feet, leaving foot prints and tire marks.
The power of (snow flakes) accumulation and its compounding effect.
Nature’s lesson to men: there is a season for everything.
Time to be born and time to die.
Nature is self-healing and self-correcting. It shows that nothing is constant except for change (hint: hard times don’t last).
Go with time flow and season change. Resist not.
Stop playing God.
As if we could.
Born this way. But die some other way.
While alive, pay forward.
Stand tall. And ask not.
Sometimes I wonder what people living in the 60’s regreted, because, now, we regret life in the 60’s.
When things did not break down as easily, when customer service picked up the phone and spoke your language, and people stopped to help strangers (Good Samaritan).
Now we got a labor surplus (and because machines got more efficient) due to population explosion (3 to 7 Billion). With density, we’ve got scarcity. And the pendulum swings from prosperity to austerity. Yesterday’s dream is today’s problem. Yet the dream must go on, at least, a version that resonates. It will need new packaging and new label, over the generic, the organic and the authentic. Because if we don’t sell the dream, others will. And their version of snake oil would be worse. Albeit their pitch more perfect. Sugar-coated and snow-covered. Snow, like death, comes uninvited and buries everything. Snow buys us some time regardless what’s underneath. To reflect and to change course before all is revealed.
Thang Nguyen 555 