DREAMS, LIKE OUR WINTER SNOWS, MELT TOO QUICKLY

I never thought that a snow day would become just like any other day to me, a girl who grew up in SW Georgia where a snow day was more exciting than Christmas. Yes, we did have an occasional snow. We couldn't wait to put on our heavy coats and gloves, climb into the jeep or pickup and ride over the farm seeing familiar scenes changed to look like New England post cards. How pitifully hungry we were for snow. In a matter of hours it was gone, almost like it had never been.

Yesterday, here in the mountains of NC we had a good covering of powder, but it melted before noon. Today it snowed again, not profusely, just lazy flakes quietly drifting. Driving home tonight car lights peered into swirling snow, like riding into a giant kaleidoscope.
It promises to be a worse weather day in Washington for the historic inauguration of Barack Obama. I can't imagine standing out in the cold for hours and traveling through bad weather and bad traffic. Being there would be exciting, and a younger me would have loved it, but the me of now would rather watch it from my warm living room on HDTV.

I wish our new president the best, and our country well. I only hope he will be allowed to instigate his plans for a better tomorrow. Washington has a way of spoiling the efforts of some of our most promising presidents. And if the media turns against him, he's toast, as my young friend would say.
I hope Obama's dreams of change will not melt away like yesterday's snow.