It's been an inauspicious week so far. On Monday morning I woke up to find my toothbrush missing. How's that for a far-from-fresh start to what is a pain-in-the-*** day anyway? The day brings along a number of new issues in office that have the potential to devastate the project I was earlier working on. I was supposed to transition out to a new project from this week but some strangling weeds of my own sowing are holding me back. Once again not the picture-perfect start to a new project that anyone would desire as uptil now I've spent most of the week firefighting the past one.
To follow it up, I have my driving license road test scheduled for tomorrow. The minor problem being that it has snowed today, and the roads will be glassy skating rinks by tomorrow. Flunking the road test is looking like a bitter reality as of now. And to think that it'll only be Wednesday in about half an hour! I can only shudder when I try to imagine what final knock-out punches this week is concealing.
Yet there is always something special about a snow-fall that makes me forgive it all the trouble it later causes. The snow from the earlier showers nearly a week and a half had become black and ugly. With this new snow covering it all up, the purity and stark whiteness of the surroundings is back again. My colleagues and I went out for a smoking break during the snow, and watched the tiny little snow flakes tumble down even as our hands trembled outside the comforts of the coat pockets. Today's snow was particularly light and fleecy. It twinkled with a cheerful glitter as it piled up on the ground that became even more prominent under the street lights. I watched the arrival of the twisty, twirly guests through the window with a mixture of snug happiness and baseless melancholy not unlike the feeling inspired by rain. There must be someone or something up there with an incredible eye for beauty, sadness and poignancy to have created these masterpieces where every mood goes together even though their natures may be exactly opposite.