I woke up yesterday to snow. So I got up and forsaking my work, wandered out in it while listening to Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto on my Ipod. It was heavenly; the spires of Kings Chapel, Newham’s grounds all powdered in white.
Sometimes the snow needs to be looked at more than Proverbs needs to be dissected. And you know what, when I came back to my desk to work I think I worked a little harder, or even a little better. There is a time for everything, and when it snows you need to go out and look at it.
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