Thoughts on life, love and faith by Plasticmind.

Church was cancelled today because of a whopping 14 inch snowfall here in Croydon, PA (largest snowstorm ever to hit NYC I'm told). Jess and I are used to storms like this, but it proved too much for these city slickers. We got up late, ate a hearty breakfast and watched a disappointing televangelist. After that, we decided the cabin fever was just too much to take, so we donned our winter gear and explored our new surroundings.

The snow really seemed to bring out a different side of the suburbanites... I almost detected a hint of folksiness in the friendly back and forth banter over snow shovels and ice scrapers. After all, we're in this together. It's us versus the white stuff.

In the spirit of true country folk, we jumped over the roadside barriers across the street and blazed down to the frozen river where some ducks were kicking single file around ice flows. We were blinking huge flakes out of our eyes as we tumbled our way up the shore a bit to the interstate overpass, which gave us some art of its own.

The snow seems to forgive the harsh lines of the city, if only for a few days. Everything is given a coat of beauty, making us forget momentarily the age and corruption beneath it.

Best of all, Jess and I had some special times today. We screwed up the courage to meet our neighbors, tested out a fantastic hot-wings recipe, watched The Fugitive and bummed around the local Wal*Mart. She beat me in Scrabble (first time for everything) and I reformatted her computer. It was a wonderful Nor'easter Sunday.