This morning was a frozen commute I was all bundled up for. I made it to work with very little traffic in my way, thank goodness. However, I would not have wanted to be my poor car. Just imagining what it must be like for animals out there today; it must be brutal, and I feel sad for them, but at the same time, this isn’t the first frozen morning for them, I’m sure.
As I drove to work this morning, and the sun was finally rising, I saw the clouds up above, and they were moving at a fast pace, reflecting the rush of the airflow from the jet stream, pulling it southeast quickly.
At times like that, I wish I could reach up and feel that moisture as my fingers break the softness of the clouds, and they slide around my skin. However, just one tiny touch would have certainly afforded me frostbite.
Once again, as we hear often, beauty is dangerous, and softness can be deadly. Nature; gotta love the sacrifice for tactile wonder, as danger and nature tend to go hand in hand…