Snow is the stuff that snarls traffic, spins cars out of control, pulls down power lines, and even has been suggested as a metaphor for death.
The white stuff is still coming down in Michigan as a phalanx of snow clouds is whirling eastward across the Great Lakes and into New England. Traffic along the commercial backbone of Michigan, Interstate 75, is slowed while school closings are keeping kids at home and their parents frantic.
But stop a moment and consider the beauty of snow and a chill winter as frost that transforms and soften shapes, especially the urban landscape. Snow covers the rectilinear and deadening industrial, and replaces them with the curviform and feminine. It is from this enveloping, yet cold, softness that rebirth will come.