Snow Sabbath
In Richmond, snow is white magic, enchanting us to act in strange and beautiful ways. Democrats and Republicans, stand shoulder to shoulder, smiling as they peer out of 10th floor windows watching white petals turn dirty streets into Currier and Ives lithographs. Strangers strike up conversations as they wait in grocery lines, eight carts deep, creating an instant community of snow-intoxication. Curmudgeons and children alike, stand at doorways, surveying backyards transformed from tired brown grass and dead flower stalks into white linen canvases, touched with pastel blues and pinks, glittering with icy diamonds from a cold sun. And nearly everyone breathes the clean, crisp air of Snow Sabbath.