I crawled out of bed and peered out of the window in one motion noting the gently-whitened lawn and the snow-covered street ahead. "Better get yourself moving ahead of the traffic," I thought as I grabbed an easy-to-wear outfit and jumped into the shower in one motion. Yet, the image of those gently falling snowflakes was in juxtaposition with the side of me that felt anxious about the morning commute.
I threw oatmeal in the microwave as I put on my coat tucking in my cell phone safely in a pocket in one motion. Before you could say snowy morning, I was out the door and headed down the snowy path towards my destination. The gently falling snowflakes landed softly on my window and seemed to be in juxtaposition with an awareness that the trek would be longer than usual.
Before I had reached the highway, I began thinking about the power of snowflakes (soft, gentle, and light as a feather) to raise total havoc with a commute. "How can something so beautiful and fragile mess up a morning commute so much?" I pondered as I saw the overhead sign proclaiming at least 94 minutes to the bridge. "How can something so beautiful and fragile cause people to dangerously change lanes and play bumper cars rather than manage their safe driving habits?" I pondered as I heard there was yet another accident between me and the bridge.
The gently falling, delicate flakes of snow certainly snowballed into a messy morning commute! "Too much of a good thing, is never a good thing," I smiled as I finally reached the bridge and prepared to transfer from commute to teacher of central messages!
I grabbed my bag, my phone, and in one swift motion, the Veggies Sticks from the back seat. "Better take these into the teachers' room," I smiled remembering the central message of my commute! "Too much of a good thing is never a good thing!"
I threw oatmeal in the microwave as I put on my coat tucking in my cell phone safely in a pocket in one motion. Before you could say snowy morning, I was out the door and headed down the snowy path towards my destination. The gently falling snowflakes landed softly on my window and seemed to be in juxtaposition with an awareness that the trek would be longer than usual.
Before I had reached the highway, I began thinking about the power of snowflakes (soft, gentle, and light as a feather) to raise total havoc with a commute. "How can something so beautiful and fragile mess up a morning commute so much?" I pondered as I saw the overhead sign proclaiming at least 94 minutes to the bridge. "How can something so beautiful and fragile cause people to dangerously change lanes and play bumper cars rather than manage their safe driving habits?" I pondered as I heard there was yet another accident between me and the bridge.
The gently falling, delicate flakes of snow certainly snowballed into a messy morning commute! "Too much of a good thing, is never a good thing," I smiled as I finally reached the bridge and prepared to transfer from commute to teacher of central messages!
I grabbed my bag, my phone, and in one swift motion, the Veggies Sticks from the back seat. "Better take these into the teachers' room," I smiled remembering the central message of my commute! "Too much of a good thing is never a good thing!"
7 comments:
Your post took my way back to the time I lived with snow. It is so beautiful and messy at the same time and you captured its split persona perfectly. 94 minutes to the bridge? Wow. I also loved the way you inserted your inner dialogue throughout the piece. Thank you for sharing!
I used to have a 1 hour commute. Now I drive 15 minutes each way and I couldn't be happier (unless a spot opened at the school that is walking distance from my house.) I don't miss the commute, especially on mornings like you described here!
We didn't get much, but it sure slowed us down. After it ended, the blanketed woods were lovely out our classroom window. I hope you got some Veggie Sticks!
I'm so not a great snow driver any longer because of such a short commute. I worry about other people doing the long drives. Take care. xo
You described this time so well and I am impressed with your organization of dress, shower, oatmeal, grab phone, etc. I'm glad you arrived safely! I remember once on an early long commute, getting almost there only to hear that schools had been closed. It is a distant memory but I didn't know whether to celebrate or curse!
Such a perfect SOL - you reminded me of my Monday morning commute, when I was far less poetically thoughtful of the snowfall.
Such a perfect SOL - you reminded me of my Monday morning commute, when I was far less poetically thoughtful of the snowfall.
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