I woke up this morning to a blizzard. I looked through the frosted window in my room. It was like looking out from inside a gingerbread house. The buildings and cars across the street had disappeared, painted over by a wall of blowing snow. I felt shut off from the rest of the world. Yesterday I relished in the notion of isolation. Today it made me feel sad and lonely.
Then again, maybe my mood is more attributable to the calendar. The week between Christmas and New Years Day is like a chasm between the past and present. I create, edit, play and replay the movie highlights of the year that is about to come to a close. At the same time, I dream about what the new year might hold in store. It is a time for quiet reflection. Perhaps it is the perfect time for being snowed in.
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