I have often said that I hate snow. This is the third winter that I am delivering newspapers in this town and, up until this morning, that opening statement has been 100% true. Whether you're walking, biking, or driving, delivering papers in snowy conditions is not fun and can even be quite dangerous. Basically, my job and snow are not compatible; my job and rain aren't really compatible, either -- it costs me a lot of money to bag all those papers. But as I was driving home this morning I have to admit that snow is really quite beautiful (especially new-fallen, before humans have had an opportunity to mess it up).

So, is that statement still true? To be honest, I don't think it's ever really been true. I just don't like delivering papers in it (or shoveling it, either...oh how happy I would be if I had a snow blower....). If that's the case, you say, then why don't I just pack it in and find a less harrowing, less under-appreciated job? Because of what happened this morning that makes it all worth it.

As I was walking up to one house to leave the paper, the resident, a little old lady, came to the door to meet me and she thanked me profusely. And folks, that's what makes this job worth it. The rare, but heartfelt thanks that I do get. So, for at least a short time more, I will put up with knee-high snow, unplowed and icy roads, and I will try to appreciate the snow for it's beauty.