The temperature was right at freezing and it was raining steadily and heavily so at times. Normally, these two conditions don't elicit excitement from me, especially in concert with each other. But this morning was different. It had one additional factor---ice.
Now, usually icy conditions strike fear into my heart. And I was indeed concerned this morning. Driving in icy conditions is about the last thing on the planet I will do willingly.
Presumably, the road temperature was a bit warmer than the air temperature this morning. Once I found that the roads weren't particularly icy and driving wasn't as hazardous as I feared, I started to look around me.
And I saw the ice.
First on the bushes, glistening on the stems. Then on the trees, weighing down the branches dramatically, especially the pines. Then as icicles, hanging daintily from mailboxes. Lots of small icicles along the bottoms of the street signs. All of the trees and bushes were sparkling as far as the eye could see. Everything was a bit brighter and shinier than usual, despite the overcast skies and the rain.
It was magnificent.
I was still cautious with my driving. Apparently, not everyone else was.
According to the radio report, my usual route to work was considerably backed up, due to an accident. As I approached the intersection to my second-choice route, I found that it, too, was considerably slowed, most likely from those avoiding the main route.
So, I took my third choice in routes to work.
I got in safely and only twenty minutes later than usual. I fully expect I would have been stuck in traffic much, much longer than that if I had tried to crawl through my first-choice route.
The city had no ice.
No icicles.
No sparkles.
None of that beauty.
The city was five or six degrees warmer than where I live. Those few degrees made all the difference.
I am so incredibly thankful to live where I do.
The neighborhood was beautiful again this morning, but in a way I don't usually see.
Remember to cherish beauty when and where you find it!
