Snowfall

Snow is falling all over Atlanta this morning. The rooftops are dripping with icycles, the bushes and cars are blanketed with mounds of gorgeous, gleaming white snow, and kids are tearing up lawns with sleds and garbage pail lids all up and down the street. This morning I stood in the kitchen, washing dishes by hand at the sink, watching the snowfall out the window while listening to some traditional Chinese music. For a few crystaline, timeless minutes, all the stress, anxiety, and concern about life, professional aspirations, the holidays, and everything else just drifted into a slipstream of pure, slow-motion, zen-like peace. If If only moments like that weren't so few and far between.