It’s snowing. The snow always reminds me of a lot of things. It reminds me of my plan to go to Japan and travel the world. It reminds me of my desire to travel, of my fantasy of spending a winter in Japan, watching the snow fall. It reminds me of my failures and my missed opportunities. But it also reminds me of the right path.

I always feel comfortable in the snow, though I don’t really like cold weather. It covers everything up, and makes it all look clean. It makes everything look clean and new. It cover all past wrongs, as if they never occurred. I must admit, I fell victim to it’s many tricks. But now I realize what snow really is, as do ski instructors and the workers in the helicopter that check for the cliffs. It’s an immaturity crutch. It does what time does for all stupid, careless or other mistakes: it makes everything look better. So, I have to move my eyes from the windows and remember that I’m too old to play in the snow. The big boys play at the beaches in the islands now. I’ll be there soon.