Snow day

There’s about three or four feet of snow on our front lawn, and with it have come a bunch of snow days. 

I have many colleagues who loathe the snow day, hoping for a longer summer respite when the weather is better and our classrooms heat up, but I have always lived my life with the belief that I could be dead by June so I’ll take my days whenever I can get them.

Despite the near universal belief that human beings should live each day as if it were our last, family and friends still scoff when I express this belief, perhaps because they find it so difficult to imagine death before June.

Having died not once but twice, this is much easier for me to imagine.

And besides, if a snow day can give me pictures like this, I’ll take as many as I can get!