snow
It's a beautiful winter wonderland here, with flakes swirling all around and the snow piling. This is, by far, my favorite weather. Even as a girl when it meant slogging through snow for chores and breaking ice in water tanks, I relished the dark winter storm clouds billowing forcefully into the sky. Of course today, I'm worried, though. My husband is driving home through all of it. And I'm angry that he should have to at all. Its whiteout conditions where I live, but the mall must be open. If there was any regard for employees, they'd have closed early. But, there is not. The vapidness of otherwise bored people strolling down the halls with shopping bags swinging in their fingers starkly contrasting my knowledge of the risk my husband took to make sure that they could do so. If I didn't know better, I'd be livid. But as it is, I don't feel much by design, besides that unmanageable faint worry I'm trying so desperately to ignore. Maybe there's no knowing better about it.