Friday morning.
I sit here and stare out the window. Overnight we got around 2 inches of snow.
I have already been outside attempting to clear the back deck, sidewalk, and
part of the driveway. The blowing snow has undone most of my hard work.
A warm pumpkin
spice chai tea warms my insides and fills my nose with a fresh aroma of one of
my favorite fragrances. The stream rises from my “The Mountains Are Calling
and I Must Go” mug while I stare out at a group of crows feeding off the
peanuts and birdseed. I laid out for them this morning.
The wind whips around, carrying a swirling chorus of snow that dances
and twirls in the frigid air. Each snowflake, a tiny minor masterpiece, lands
softly on the ground. The world in front of me blurs into a swirling white
vortex, and muffling sounds of hushed serenity. Here, in the heart of a winter
storm, I find not just warmth and shelter, but an unexpected solace.
There’s a strange beauty in the chaos outside, a raw power in the way
the world surrenders to the grip of a snowstorm. Yet, inside this haven of florescent
lights and comforting scents, I feel a deep sense of peace. It’s the quiet
knowledge that all around me, life continues, uninterrupted by the fury raging
outside. My quiet corner of the world, with its promise of hot tea, accompanied
by a slight smile on my face, feels so comforting against the vast white canvas
of winter.
As I refocus on my work before me, my heart is a little lighter, my
breath a little steadier. I carry with me a newfound appreciation for the
comfort that can be found in the most unexpected places. Winter’s icy grip may
hold this part of the world in its thrall, but even amid the storm, there is
always a haven to be found. Soothing warm tea, beautiful views and the black
crows that feed only feet from my window. Their black feathers stand is sharp
contrast to the blanket of snow that surrounds them.
Most people hate winter and view it as cold, desolate, and unappealing. Personally,
I am the opposite. I relish the cold. I even accept the gray skies. While most
choose to hibernate, winter provides me a venue to explore the world with fewer
distractions and fewer people.
“Winter is the slow-down. Winter is the search for self. Winter
gives the silence we need to listen. Winter goes gray so we can see our own
colors…”–Terri Guillemets
Until next time,
Tim
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