Not even two feet of snow

There is still too much. The cars creak over the packed snow on their way to work, and I called off before the place I work for four more days canceled operations, making me look even more rebellious than I need to be to quit a job in the middle of a serious recession. But there was too much there too. SO much there. So many. Beyond the street jammed with crawling traffic there was a glimpse of what was so delightful two days ago--untouched snow. The sun blazing down on it along what we can only presume would still be the railroad tracks under there.

We dove in, the dogs and I and tried to recreate the freshness and bounding enthusiasm we felt when the snow first fell, and we were among the first out on the what we could only presume were streets under there. But we were tired, and not bounding. Trudging, but taking in a bit of the smooth surface through the eyes, the sun on the face. Trying not to go there--to the mind, where too much is happening.