I love the way my children sometimes clean their rooms. They will take all their stuff that is out and covering everything and shove it their closet and under the bed. If you can’t see a mess, there isn’t a mess.
I was thinking about something similar these recent days when snow came down to cover everything I could see, or I should more correctly say, covered everything I could not see. I looked down my street and for a brief period of time, the entire neighborhood was spotless and perfect. All imperfections were covered in a blanket of white.