loving the snow, living the storm

i woke up this morning to the sound of shovels clearing snow in the street below. apparently close to a foot of snow has fallen in nyc since yesterday. looking out of my window the roof-tops were covered in layers of white powder. it wasn’t so bad last night either and it was glistening as it fell. magical. and people purport not to be believe to miracles... you have to open up your heart and your mind to see the wonders of this world.

on a different note, i’ve decided that this time i’m going to hold out to see whether the mystery will unfold by itself or not. i have a difficult time reconciling my absolute belief in free-will with my hopeful belief in fate. if things are meant to be they will somehow work out with the help of the Divine, otherwise no amount of trying and scheming on my part will have any effect. it would just be nice to know which situation fits into which category... although day dreaming is often an enjoyable substitute for reading torts.