Day 2,843 —the Meaning of Snow— with my PICTURE of a CITY PARK #627

Imagining what my path would look like covered with snow as I ran while thinking about what snow would have meant to the people living here a hundred years ago. 

My only reference is the Robert Frost poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” which as an excellent example of a title doing a lot of work to set the scene. 

Snow would have been scary then and now it means happiness for many hoping for a day off.  

I need to pay the bills today.