BLIZZARD OF 2014

Warnings of record breaking snow storms send us all to the Supermarket.

Once there, all neighborly interaction ceases.
 It's everyone for them self.  Shoppers run up and down the isles
plucking things of the shelves as if the item is the last one to be found.
Often it is.

Because we have become urban creatures, we expect our basic needs
to be found in Supermarkets. We no longer have the luxury of growing
our own vegetables and produce and canning them.

Nor are we near a small corner store that somehow stayed opened
through storms because the owner lived "upstairs." 

 We no longer have to trudge across wind swept fields to reach our barns.  Instead we push carts that get stuck in the middle of a jammed parking lot.  Roads are a menace to car and truck divers. Our view out the window is that of a fine, white mist.  Snow piles up and even plows are having a difficult time.

With it all, children are bundled up and go sledding and sliding up and down the nearest hills shouting with glee as they build snow forts to make "virtual" war.   Policemen, firemen, doctors, nurses, those who care for others somehow go about their business.

We relish the quietness of snow, the chance  to read, to cook, and maybe even give a nod to nature who seems to have the ability to equalize all in her wake, while thinking of those less fortunate needing to deal with the blizzard.