There are two words for time in Greek: chronos, what we measure with all our clocks and calendars and lists and plans; and kairos, as Wikipedia puts it:
a time lapse, a moment of indeterminate time in which everything happens.
I woke up in the middle of the night to silence, to snow; and after I got over thinking about what I was thinking about, which was that if I could choose a person to be I’d pick Michelle Obama’s mother (I know this is a weird thing to be thinking about in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, but at 3 am you have to go with the flow), who gets to see her daughter and grandchildren all the time and lives in the luxury of the White House without any of the responsibility, and who also can just walk out into Washington and do whatever she wants to do without being recognized.
And then, finally, I started thinking about why I love snowstorms so much, and it’s because they provide a time of kairos, a time outside of ordinary time when our clocks and calendars and lists and plans don’t matter anymore.
And this morning, amazingly, on Wikipedia this morning I found a second definition of kairos: weather.