Winter doesn’t want to let go. The prediction is for two to seven inches of snow tonight. There is little chance it will stick around for long. My tulips are confused. The robins are reconsidering whether they moved north too soon, and I am planning to step outside in the cold like a fool. It won’t be the first time, nor will it be the last. There is something zen about walking in the snow at night.
With all the rain, and gray gloomy days we have been experiencing, I have spent too much time indoors. Who wants to deal with wet feet, drenched coats, and bone-shaking shivers after a cold rainy trek? Coming in from snowy excursion is so much easier to handle. Stomp your boots, shake off the jacket and warm your hands around a hot cup of coffee.
Then there is the silence. Rain is so noisy. Snowflakes fall in a graceful, ballet-inspired dance to light like butterflies on my outstretched hand. My worries melt away in their presence, as I focus on the fleeting beauty. Months will pass before I have this opportunity again. Braving the cold is worth the effort.
Will you get outside today?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer