Snow is mostly a stranger in this part of the state. We dream about it, hope for it and are usually disappointed by it's lack of appearances. But, when it comes, it reigns supreme! We've been fooled before by inaccurate forecasts and wishful thinking. This time: weather reports were spot on! A phone call alerted me to the first flakes in Danville. The Main Street live webcam which had shown clear skies and dry pavement all morning long and only moments before, now revealed large white floating flakes drifting swiftly in the camera's view. I put on my coat and left work. A generally 20 minute ride took 45 harrowing minutes to complete. The cars were covered within an hour. All afternoon the snow thickened like creamy potato soup. By nightfall the snow blew sideways and the wind howeled spitting a mix of snow and sleet in my face as I stood in the yard with the dog. The tick, tick, tick of falling ice on my window kept me informed throughout the night of the storms' progression into chaos. By Friday, our friend the sun crowned the afternoon with brightness. All hopes of the storms' passing were dashed as it revved back up Friday afternoon, spreading fear and panic. It was the storm before the calm. That last dog walk late Friday night gave me moonlight and stars and clear sky.

Human Sites

Monday, February 10, 2014
      Sites seen on a beautiful Saturday e'en were lovely young people and, a few not quite so young, spreading their wings to fly. Exploring the limits of their freedom, the cast of Vagina Monologues reached deep into their female souls to pull out performances rife with expression. Their readings ranged from subdued rage to delightful elation. All were sites to be seen. In varying colors from pink to shimmering red, the ladies both bared and covered their legs, wore flats, tennies and heels, short skirts, long skirts, pants, tights and jeans, sweaters, t-shirts and scarves. Women wearing what they want, where they want. Beautiful.
     A lovely, late night party exposed more sites of lovely, sweet, intelligent young people all looking for or living their passion. Men and women with gifts to give and long lives to live who want to make a difference in the world, and in their birth place and where they call home. Guests were playing piano, singing show tunes, snacking on home made ham biscuits, colorful miniature cupcakes, and spicy dips with salty chips; raising their glasses, toasting the moment. These sights and sounds were very pleasing to me, giving me hope for the future, and love for the present.