I often times get my inspiration from the oddest places. Sometimes it’s watching my kids play… sometimes it’s at work. And sometimes, it’s while trying to find a parking spot at the local Walmart during Christmas time.
As I approached the parking lot, only a few days before Christmas, I began to dread the thought of dodging old drivers and young alike. All vying for the “rock star” position; the parking spot closest to the door.
Living in Northern Minnesota, this is a coveted spot. Since it can get down well below Zero degrees Fahrenheit on a regular basis… you want to try and keep the exposure to the cold and wind at a minimum.
As I entered the parking lot, I was amazed at how far the lot had stretched out beyond the typical 15 or so cars deep. As more and more people drove in, the rows just got longer and longer. Like a icle, drawn out by gravity… clinging to the origin of thawed water.