fling by mennyj
As I write this, the mild winter sun illuminates the pale blue Phoenix sky and warms the earth to a perfect 74 degrees. Retired people wearing athletic gear and sun visors pass by my window in their electric golf carts, either on their way to the 1st hole or on their way home from the 19th hole. With nary a breeze in the air, the statuesque palm trees stand tall and perfectly still. Yet what you may be most envious of are the copious amounts of bread, eggs, and milk within a five minute drive. Despite the circumstances that brought me here to the desert, life is good.
As you read this, your electricity may be out, your car may be stuck in a snow drift, and you may be out of milk and bread. As you “work from home”, city workers are doing their best to clear the roads, restore your power, and keep things in order. The city’s budget goes further into the red as more of the white stuff comes down, but what I’m most jealous of is all of the fun that I’m missing out on. As a native Coloradan, I grew up in a blizzard and wish I could be there with you building igloos, throwing snowballs, and launching your kid into a snow bank.
The snow is always whiter on the other side of the fence, isn’t it?