There is something so magical about a great snow storm in this city. It's as if a blanket of quiet is laid upon the city. It has this undervalued ability to wipe out the expectations of every day life. Extending time lines, an acceptable excuse to change or cancel plans, to arrive late. It is as if it removes the biggest stress of city living by leveling the playing field and creating a community of people bounded by the same limitation. It is almost refreshing.
The city takes on a beautiful glow of calmness not ordinarily felt. I had the chance to spend some time today looking out on the world. Living in the heart of King West, the frenzy of the world lasts every day all day into the wee hours of the morning. Today was a welcomed opportunity to just sit back and let go of the need to keep up.
I enjoyed the chance to spend some time indoors writing. Warm and cozy in the quiet of my condo, watching the snow fall. King Street much quieter than usual. No honking horns, or people yelling. I ventured to meet friends in the café on the corner. Everyone was in a melancholic state. No where to rush off to, no desire to get busy with the usual errands. It's as if the city just took the day off to be still.
Amazing how we can become so caught up in life and miss the opportunity to purely enjoy a moment. I love storms for this reason. They force I to slow down. Let go of expectations. Surrender to the forces and things that are out of our control. No honking the horn to make the driver ahead move faster, no racing to meet deadlines, or stressing over someone late to lunch. Just at peace that there are factors outside of our control. Imagine how much less stressed we would experience if we could acknowledge this every day?
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