Snowfall

It’s snowing here in Hoboken. Gentle crystals of white frozen water float down from the sky and begin to pile up on every surface. Night’s darkness is pierced not solely by light reflected of the moon, the Earths harsh mistress, but by the millions upon millions of little falling flakes each refracting, reflecting, and magnifying that same little bit of light. Bouncing from each flake of snow as it falls, it brightens the deep dark night sky transforming it into perpetual twilight. It has not snowed more than a token in some time and a cold blast from the past, several inches of white powder, cover the land causing a deep chill to set in.
This is the winter of my discontent. For political introverted-ness and nouveau isolationism have begun to coat the land with despair. One need only look towards “stimulative” policies which freeze economic growth with an artic blast. Pretty to those not stuck in it, snow is cold, unwelcoming, and working under its unforgiving rules draining and dangerous. One need only look at the unbridled energies, the blizzard of activity, of former 08 Presidential campaign warriors who unleashed a storm of new activism against Israel. Ostensibly, these winded assaults are in response to actions in Gaza. That is as silly as saying the snow needs a reason to fall, for these people needed something to keep them warm even if it makes other feel the cold.
This is my discontent. It is winter outside Moishe Hoboken. And whilst all is well inside - a fire burning of friendship, hope, and ideas, outside coldness grows. A deep chill has set in across the land and soon I worry it will form a figure and knock at the door begging entrance. Disarming from a distance, the approaching blizzard appears pretty but the packed white powder is draining and unrelenting. No one can know what danger it conceals. Our community is gathered, our desire for a better, warmer, caring world is marshaled. It is still snowing in Hoboken but we are ready for the storm.