I'm sure all the people on the train, on the streets of downtown Denver, who saw me smiling at the sky, running through the snow, the pom bobbles on my panda hat bouncing thought I was crazy this evening. Something about the city at night, snow glowing in the street lights, the sky pale lavender and peach makes me absurdly happy. The stillness of it all even while the scene is in motion. And of course the soundtrack of cello and violins on Pandora just adds to the whole experience.Its like the clouds and the snow and the silence give my mind permission to ramp down, to breathe, and while everyone else fights traffic I watch clouds at the train station. I do find myself wondering how many other people give into society's idea of what a bad experience is - outside walking on a snowy February night. How many aren't present, who don't gaze at the shine of the falling snow in the glow of the street signs, who simply huddle in their coats and think longingly of home and whatever TV show they're missing.
My personal philosophy is that absurdly random happy moments of stillness should be embraced. They're few and far between, although I seem to be stumbling into them more often of late. And I can't help but compare this February with last, where I would've been driving 60+ minutes in the snow to a house full of everything except that silent stillness I find so soothing. Its true that sometimes you have to know bad before you can appreciate good.
