Happy Snow Day

Ouside the snow swirls, creating an opague mist.  The branches that only this morning yearned cleanly upward toward the blue sky are now just another part of a vast white landscape.  On my window the frost has patched.  The occasional flake breaking off and sliding like a single tear in a slow free-fall down the long slope of the building.  Some how all of this is beautiful from inside my warm cocoon.  I know that soon I will have to face the brutal wind.  That it will be me fighting the harsh howl as it rocks my car on the drive home, yet for now, it just seems oddly peaceful to sit here and watch the winter world glaze over.

Seasons are truly strange and wonderous things.  We have worshipped our way through them as a people for centuries, knowing that in their passage our bounty comes.  Somehow even without all of our science to back us up, we knew even that long ago that our nature mirrored this natural rhythm.  Funny isn't it that so many people have trouble getting through the darkest days of winter.  I count myself among them.  Those days of waking to dark, going to work, and leaving again in the dark.  Yet this could not be said of our ancestors.  Of course that was because their work did not bind them inside a building, tie them to a desk or link their ear to a phone for 8 to 9 hours or more a day.  No, they spent their day with the land, so while the sun may have given them less time, they did not miss the time it had to give.  I think perhaps this is the larget part of our annual malaise.  And perhaps that is why I find so much peace in the white haze of my day today. 

The white increases the light in my space, snow that it may be, and it seems to be extending the lenght of the day before the light dissipates altogether.  So as long as I am sheltered and warm I guess the snow works fine for now.  Though I suspect, like the flakes that are sliding down my window, I may have a tear to spare later as I think of the road home.

In the interim I think I will enjoy a cup of tea, a bit of jazz and perhaps move through a few more files.  Its not often that a winter day brings such a mellow note along with its flurry and fervor.

Happy Snow Day.....................