It was kind of nice not to have to go anywhere yesterday, except by choice. I went to the Vigil Mass at St. Paul's last night, and I couldn't get over how the dusk sky had cast a beautiful blue hue on the snow. It's amazing how everything takes on such a purity, even in the city, beneath the thick white blanket of winter. I like to imagine that when the snow melts, it takes all the filth and pollution with it.
In the good old days before my back problems, I would head out to Kelly Drive as the snow started to sneak in a short run. Nothing is quite like the stillness of a snowfall and the stark bare tree limbs cloaked in white against the grey sky. Even in the city the beauty of God's creation is never so apparent as it during a snowfall. I hope we all take a minute or two to appreciate it before we grumble about the inconvenience it can create.