"Chicago looks Great in Snow!" - M. Balandic

OK. I still look forward to a good snow storm. Theres something about the white snow softly falling and giving everything a crisp clean look.

Theres the thought of the school closing and getting a day off you didn't expect. The dream of snowball fights and sledding, ending in a cup of hot chocolate.

Maybe your mind wanders to sitting in front of a fireplace reading a book.

Or even more to being with the person you love, snuggling up against the wind and snow.

So I ask myself then why, today when the snow is falling and it is piling up on the window pane outside, am I cleaning cabinets and rearranging my kitchen? Shouldn't I be outside in the brisk, cold, late December air? Wouldn't I be better served by enjoying a book that I have been longing to read and sipping on hot chocolate? Shouldn't I at least sleep in a little late?

It is then that the ugly head of adulthood raises up and reminds me that I have certain responsibilities that I must deal with. I now have a house to maintain, children still living under my roof, and of course a wife to keep happy. The dreams of running in the snow, dodging snowballs, or reading a book take a backseat to the things that adults have to do.

Maybe its a sign of growing up that I take pleasure in seeing my cabinets clean with all the spice bottles in a row, not in alphabetical order, I haven't gone that far in to the realm of adulthood. Throwing out the old things that were half used or would never be used. Finding things I had put away and forgotten and now look forward to making them.

Maybe its that my clean cabinets remind me of the fresh snow sitting outside on my window pane. Right now they have a crisp clean look to them. It seems as if there is an unlimited number of things that can be done with or to them.

In truth I think that my clean cabinets are like the fresh snow. They are both clean, they are both in a state of newness, and they are both waiting for me to come and play in them.