Wednesday, January 22, 2014
A Gentle Snow
OK so I was wrong about the snow. It happens, especially to me. I grew up in the midwest and am supposed to be great at predicting the weather, but as I always say, the weather predicts me.
Another thing I say about the weather in the American midatlantic is that it is so expressive! The first polar vortex was just a mean deep freeze. We got no snow, and thank god no ice or sleet, both of which never help anything. Ice is pretty, but treacherous, like a charming villain in a movie.
What we got with this storm was beautiful, sparkly, light as a feather snow. I went out repeatedly to sweep the front walk. Most of the day what fell onto my coat while I was sweeping were tiny stars. It was a great snow, a loving, purifying, cleansing, healing snow. I'm with the Inuit - there should be many words for snow. A snowstorm can be scary, boring, beautiful and inspiring or downright depressing. Please don't ask me to explain why or how I know this. Every snow feels distinct in the Reyaverse, and this snow is a very kind snow.
In spite of the snow's beneficence, it's bitterly cold and fiercely windy. Going out for a walk is not much fun. I took a few pictures today but mostly bounced off the walls inside the chateau, where cabin fever is taking hold. It's supposed to warm up this weekend. I hope so.
When spring comes this year I will be mad with happiness. In the meantime I will hunker down and stop complaining. I'm listening to music, candles are burning. In a little while I'll have some of the vegetable chipotle black bean chili I made yesterday, drink a glass of red wine, watch a movie.
I seriously have nothing to complain about! Shalom.