Crosswalk in Maine

I wasn’t driving and I didn’t need to worry about parking, I was just sitting enjoying the view on this trip to Portland, Maine. As I sat in the car waiting for my friend to register us at our hotel, I saw this tower of brick on the corner building. I jumped out of the car to snap this picture, the yellow crosswalk reflection begging for an audience. The snowstorm could be seen two ways, a mess or a feast. Every color of the sky and ground reflecting again and again. It seemed I had landed in a meringue city, where even the residents didn’t know how fortunate they were to live here. There are places that look humdrum in our everyday experience, but bring a giant snowstorm and look again. The news outlets will cover mess, accidents and power outages. But every storm is an invitation, a new set of glasses. But only those who see take off their shoes.