I hear the scrapping of the sidewalk as my neighbor clears the walkway outside my house. The unexpected snow is falling at a steady pace now but it seems that the world is not threatened by its presence. Cars are coming down my little street with determination and fight, while kids hitch a ride on their parents' shoulders so their little feet don't get lost in the snow.
There are four rotting bananas on my counter that are looking to be transformed into some yummy bread. I have walked by them now for 3 days, and every day they look more pathetic and ready to be taken into the next world. Baking on a snowy day may be just what the doctor ordered, besides it will at least bring some extra heat to the first floor.
It is hard during weather like this not to think about the homeless. There is a home made of blankets on my block. I haven't seen the person in some time, but I can't help but wonder where he or she is right now. Where does one go for shelter when your home, which has a roof made of old sheets and dirty blankets, can't repel the water and dampness from the fallen snow.
Though times maybe tough for our society, knowing that you have a roof over your head, a hot shower to break the chill, or a dry blanket to wrap around your body, is much more than some have today.
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