Speaking of Sprinter
These days, seasons are separated not only by hours but also by miles. Yesterday’s snow squalls left no trace in my work neighborhood, but by the time I reached home it was a wintry world: snowy lawns and decks.
It’s a reminder to me of the slender margin between liquid and solid (just one degree, of course), darkness and light, goodness and evil.
Which makes me think how little separates the winner from the loser, the saint from the sinner. Though I’m not a black-and-white believer — I put my faith in those endless shades of gray — there are lines and there are divisions. And sometimes there is nothing in between.
