A Day at Work
Some folks have a tendency to believe a bad day fishing is better
than a good day at work. Then along comes a day like today. The two
inch snow that was predicted had turned in to a six incher, and more
in some of the drifts. And at three AM, it made for a pretty
interesting trip to work. A half-hour later, I had the windshield
cleared and backed up to the door to load. By five, the bread was
loaded and ready to roll.
Everything went pretty well, considering the parking lots were far
from being cleared. Everything that was taken in was either packed or
dragged. Around seven o'clock, it started getting light. I was headed
down a two-lane highway, going to the "country" part of the route,
and just starting to see the beauty of the first snowfall. Just a few
more stops, then I'd turn and head North, to the top end of the route.
Just a few miles out of town, the countryside starts changing. The
rolling hills and valleys are considered to be the foothills of the
Ozarks. With the snowfall fresh on the landscape, it was a quite a
sight. The hilltops were capped with snow, and the valleys were
blanked with a deep white layer, drifting sometimes even deeper. The
trees were laden with snow, their limbs drooping under the weight. As
I topped the highpoint, I stopped the truck just to look out over the
landscape. The winter scene spread out before me like a giant
painting. With the white trees, and everything covered, and the gray
sky background, it gave everything a quiet and peaceful setting.
I was surprised to see a beam of sunshine break through the clouds,
and shine in to the crystals of ice and snow. The light broke into
thousands of tiny rainbows from the natural prisms. A small stream
wound it's way down and around the hills, it's crystal water bubbling
over the stones and gravel, and ran by close to the road. Just down
and off to the right, a deer had stopped for a drink from the stream,
and was staring, unafraid. The whole scene was like a moment
suspended in time, not moving, just there to be appreciated, savored.
At that particular moment, it was easy to feel very small, almost
insignificant. And I realized that all of this, no matter how large
or small, is Gods creation. And that nothing he created is
insignificant or unimportant to him. Everything has its space and
reason for being, a purpose. Everything. A snowflake, an ice crystal,
a rainbow that dances like the laughter of a child. Everything . . .
[ Bob G. Shaw, Copyright © 2002 (Caperabbit@Prodigy.net) -- from '2THEHEART' ]
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