It's all about perspective. . .

CIDER

Last night, I walked quite a few blocks of downtown Denver in a blinding snowstorm to get to the bus-station. Upon arriving, my hair was frozen in strange directions and I was soaked. My fingers numb and mascara running. The bus heater was barely on, and so I continued to freeze for another 20 minutes as we drove back up the freeway.

That said - it was probably one of the prettiest things I’d ever seen in my life. The snow blew down the vast corridors of buildings, changing stop lights into fuzzy representations of colors, and falling back up into the sky on crazy air currents. One of the reasons that I was so wet and cold is because I was walking incredibly slowly, trying to watch it all even as snowflakes lashed at my eyes. Before the storm hit, I was talking to a man and he was wondering if it was better to take his break outside in the cold or inside where he works. I told him; “Outside. Even though it’s cold and overcast, it is an extraordinary day. This summer, when it is scorching hot and everyone is complaining about how they can’t keep cool, you can go back to this day and remember what it was like to be so cold that your nose lost feeling.”

I really think that people have forgotten that everything – comfortable and uncomfortable – is an experience to be embraced. Just as a snowy night in downtown may not be the perfect 70 degrees to walk in; it’s still an experience having its own ethereal beauty. When you’re too caught up with how cold you are and how strange you must look with hair frozen at right angles to your head . . . you lose sight of what’s really going on. Nature’s Snowstorm Spectacular.