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12/06/2003: "Road Taken"

There is nothing like having a whole world to yourself. A world newborn, or, at least, newly dressed. The snow continued through the morning and early afternoon, sometimes rather fierce, and when I decided to go home, my car was standing in seven inches of new snow, a hundred yards from the sloppily clear main road. So I walked. As I went down the center of the street, the snowfall nearly stopped, and I was alone out there. There were some cars and trucks going by, but I was the only one who, by chance or design, chose to walk in the winter landscape. It wasn't especially picturesque, no gossamer lines on branches and briliant highlights. It was a heavy, leaden snow, on a heavy, leaden afternoon. But still, to be out there in it, in that peaceful island isolated from the tempestuous bubbles all the other people chose to be in, was a rare chance, a window of eternity into the hour of my walk. Later I got a lift back and drove my car home.