We tucked ourselves thoroughly away during yesterday’s storm, which extended well into last night. At our house the accumulation was about 8 inches of snow, coated with a little freezing something-or-other. I didn’t have to shovel it, so I’m probably not the best judge of how serious the icy parts were.
When it was time to leave for work, I decided to take a route different from the usual one. Instead of using the Turnpike Exit Near Panera and Accident Heavy Uphill Downhill Country Road, I stayed on the pike a few more minutes and used Turnpike Exit with Rest Area and set out for Old Mill Town on Cat-and-Mouse Marsh Crossing Road.
The marsh looked beautiful dressed in snow. The blizzard winds remain with us, and the snow blew across the road much as mist might cover it in another season.
Then I noticed them, five or six cars at cockeyed angles. Snow and wind, married together, give birth to sudden obscuration. Had they careened into the snow to avoid one another, the drivers of these cars? I continued on slowly as they awaited the blue-lit police car coming from the other side of the marsh.
The wind continues to blow. It rattled the windows of my office and perturbed the cars on AHUDCR during my return journey. I am safe inside Panera, working on my sermon, continuing to ponder the Transfiguration.
Was Jesus really changed, or were the disciples changed by seeing his otherwise concealed divinity shining forth?
The blowing snow does not change the road or the cars, but rather our perception of them.