flaky behaviors...

Along with the almost thirty inches of snow, the recent blizzard left a trail of erratic and offbeat communal outbursts.  Neighbors gathered to help each other shovel their way out of yet-to-be-plowed dead ends and cul-de-sacs.  After making quick work of a keg earlier today, ten men with shovels quickly choreographed an escape route from their street.  I looked up from my driveway to catch a glimpse and it looked like a silly TV commercial, but it made me smile. The storm and its aftermath brought out the best in many.  In some rather isolated cases, the goodwill that gathered momentum had to contend with petty jealousies and the impish tantrums of other neighbors. These extreme forms of behavior summoned an ethereal dissonance that was laughable (...poetry in pantomime.)

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Some of the most peaceful and enjoyable moments of the past few days were those spent in silence, walking with the dog (off-lead) and watching him play in the snow.

 

  

  

His antics restored a sense of balance to a neighborhood full of silliness. Tomorrow, we will return to the park and wade in waist-deep snow drifts.  The snow won't melt for a while, but perhaps some frustrations will as I watch him dive for smells and bury his head in the snow.