It began to fall in the middle of last night and it continued all day long accumulating in a soft silence. To look at it from an indoor perspective, the snow seems so innocent. A fluffy white blanket of beauty transforms the landscape into a picture perfect wonderland. It hypnotizes flurried brains too full from the dizziness of trying to get organized for Christmas Day, and leaves us with time to ponder. Winter is here.
Winter is here. Pine bows laden with new snow bend with a sense of reverence. Christmas lights wrapped around garlands of evergreen, peak out from their new white vantage, giving off a shimmering prism of colour like the ancient stained glass in far away cathedrals. Lawns cloaked in layers of uniquely shaped flakes whisper a pristine elegance. Forgotten calm returns in memories of days gone by....... Stillness is what we seek.
Off in the distance, I can hear tires spinning...... people striving to get to their destinations, stressing over the slippery roads in need of sand and salt. I was one of them earlier in the day. I felt that electric anxiety as my wheels spun haphazardly while trying to navigate a hill. It left me exhausted and frustrated, afraid I would get stuck with no place to turn around. Somehow I managed but it seemed to take the last of my energy to outmaneouver the elements. Perhaps that was what I needed to slow down...... to let go of trying to control the unfolding of the season, to return to those memories forgotten in the rush. I'm home now.........safe as I yawn towards hibernation.
Tonight, the wind is lifting from sound of hallowed aching, its gusts creep into the house..... chilly drafts through cracks in foundations. It makes flannel and fleece the preferred comfort. My thoughts are here with my family all present and accounted for......... all tucked in for the night.
Winter is here. So is Christmas Eve. So am I, reintroducing myself to peace.