This evening, as a winter storm approached, I could feel myself getting anxious.  Would the snow blower start?  Did I have enough salt?  Were the cars equipped for winter travel?

Then came another wave, the wave of anticipated exhaustion.  How much snow were we going to receive and how much time would it take to clear it?  Would my cold get worse?  What is the minimum amount of snow clearing that would be acceptable?

Under the weight of anticipation, something unexpected surfaced.  Reason, followed by joy.  What is there really to fear?  I have a warm house.  I have time.  Time to enjoy the snow.  Time to enjoy its beauty.  Play.  Sled.  Build a snowman or two.

I would be okay.  I am a Midwesterner.  I grew up in snow.  I live in snow.  I have survived in the past.  I will survive in the present.  Now, it’s time to enjoy.

Let it snow.