wirling, hiding the whole earth inside their cool grasp. It seemed strangely familiar, a white rolling landscape, with bits of brown and green poking through where the clouds had thinned. I realized that I had seen something old in a new light. All that snow had seemed so ugly and monotonous, and yet here I was looking at nearly the exact same thing, and I found it beautiful. I was still thinking as the plane began to descend, circling and falling like one of the snowflakes that I so abhorred. My contemplations were interrupted as the pilot came on the intercom and welcomed us to Pittsburgh. I was glad to be on solid ground again, but I enjoyed every second in the air. Our destination was on the opposite side of the country. We were only halfway there....
