I poured my first cup of coffee of the day and anxiously searched for a weather report that could predict with some degree of accuracy the severity of this storm. I had to figure out whether I was going to work or stay home. My heart sank when I drew the curtains in the living room and saw that the snow had already started to fall. I decided it would be in my best interest to get to work and prepare for the several grueling hours of shoveling I faced during the day. As I watched the snow pile up, I decided it was time to get dressed and go outside to find the shovel and get ahead of what was going to be a significant snowfall. I hated leaving the warmth of home, but if I stayed early, maybe I wouldn't be so sore tomorrow. As I walked through the door, the smell was clean and crisp. The snow fell silently and felt cold against my face. Each snowflake was different, some seemed colder than others and some seemed heavier than others. From time to time the wind blew, swirling the snow in several directions at once. As it rested heavily on...