Upon the arrival of the 4th nor’easter in 2 weeks, the media was full of shock and awe, broadcasting threat and doom, spreading fear based messages about the impending storm. Surely mother nature had delivered her best in the previous days, but I couldn’t help but think that there is never post storm coverage, of the wondrous beauty that she leaves behind. As much destruction that is reported, there are equally as many breathtaking scenes that she leaves behind in her wake. Though the storm comes in swiftly with broad punishing strokes, it is equally delicate and fragile, and painterly in its ways.

My daughter and I took a walk around the block as clumps of flakes floated down from the sky, and the black wet road was dusted with a thin coating of freshly made snowflakes. My daughter and I felt that in some way we were violating the individuality of each flake that had dropped down onto the earth, only to be crushed beneath our footsteps. The thin veneer of snow was nowhere near the predicted 7-11” Not even accumulating to 1”. We walked slowly noticing all the beautiful patterns the snow made in the trees and branches-an ombre of white around a tree trunk, directed by the wind. Then we heard a distant rumbling, becoming louder as a salt truck lumbered onto our block. Oblivious of our presence and the pristine untouched snow on the road, it plowed through, spinning large coarse chunks of salt onto the thin layer of snow. Harsh and violent, and unnecessary overkill for a situation that was completely unwarranted of the current condition. As we walked back, I looked at the deep grooves of the tire tracks, and the abrupt scattered pattern of salt thrown into the snows path. And I just felt bad, for the overly aggressive act that I had just witnessed, and complete sense of waste I felt on so many levels. I understand, that the salt truck had its marching orders – “pre-empting” further escalation by the storm, which by they way, never came to its full prediction. But I couldn’t help but feel that there was no asking, no evaluation of the situation, just a mighty blow. A “takeover.” This is how I feel humankind addresses nature. It’s a one sided show of control and disregard to shape, arrest, and conform her to our will and the irony is, that nature can take us out in one fell swoop, any time she wants to.

Salt Truck