Yesterday, when I picked up my dad to visit my mom, a few lone snowflakes swirled against the windshield. As we drove, they multiplied until it was snowing in earnest.
When we got there it had started to accumulate, covering the just-uncovered grass, coating the road. We had no idea it was going to happen.
When we left the hospital, the roads were slippery mush, the snow coming down like old fashioned special effects thrown bucket by bucket. The drive wasn’t fun.
Had we known it would happen, we may not have made the trip.
That was one advantage to video visits.
Today the sky is clear, like yesterday never happened.
Weather is like that. Changeable, unexpected.
Perhaps our closest tangible metaphor for life.
And with that, I wish you a happy Friday and a treat of a weekend.
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