The snow has started falling, and I realize how comforting it is. The weather serves as a free pass from responsibility. No one expects to go anywhere or do anything. We might stay inside and watch a movie, play board games, or read books while we curl up with cozy blankets. We might bundle up and take a walk.
Plans have no relevance today. We're forced to hunker down, and when you're forced to lay low, you let yourself sink into the sensation, no guilt or shame attached. This whole day is designed to be slower, like the snow is muffling any sense of urgency about life beyond these walls.
If you choose not to find joy in the snow, you will have less joy in your life but still the same amount of snow.
Keep falling, snow. Keep falling.
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