Ann here. I’m straddling two beliefs about Winter. One is how beautiful it is, especially on a first snow day, like today. The second is how freezing and uncomfortable it is.
When the weather channel announced we would have snow today, I was excited. Having lived much of my life NOT in Winter places, I’m still always excited by snow. It’s white, soft, lovely. I remember the very first time I saw snow. I was 24 years old (having grown up in Miami). I was like a kid, running to catch flakes on my tongue and yes, of course, lying down to make angels.
So, this morning, when it began to snow, I put on some warm clothes, snow boots and went outside to walk to the grocery store. I figured I should stock up on some extra food because we’ll be dropping to the single digits in the next couple of days. Might want to hunker down for a bit. I walked, slowly, those couple of blocks. It was crunchy and very white.
Now, it’s early afternoon, and as I look outside, I see the slush already in the street, much of it melted and run over. There’s still some white snow on the cars. By later today it will either be all gone or will have turned to ice.
The last two weeks, I took most of the holiday season off … to rest, reflect, regenerate myself. I feel more ready to face this new year, where challenges are already in place, concern about directions are already worrying me … BUT, seeing the snow, realizing how peaceful it makes me, helps me feel more prepared. In normal / warmer times, I feel antsy and want to be out and about. I think sometimes that is to avoid being with my thoughts. Winter forces me to be more with myself … more reflective. For some reason, now, that’s creating calmness rather than anxiety.