I walk my daughter down the road to visit a friend. We notice how the ice on the street freezes in beautiful patterns as it surrounds the gravel and dirt. The freezing rain soaks us through as we plow on down the hill. It could be miserable, but it's not. It doesn't matter; we're busy investigating the ice.
I remember to keep looking for the design--the beauty and the complexity--in all I see today. Yes, the roads are treacherous. But they're also beautiful.