Snow, at first, how lovely – the clean, white fluff covering the grayness and covering the earth. Sweet.
More snow and cancellations of classes, shopping, coffee at a favorite café, seeing people, walking without the slide.
How much can a person take on when the snow is over three feet and an additional foot is falling, yet again.
The lovely part has long diminished and the value of the white-ness gone.
Longing for green, for bits of green perky and peeking out from brown branches and brown, dusty soil..turning darker and green emerging. When will that happen? How long to be in the dust of white, of snow, of dreariness.
Sunshine, not for awhile and blue skies…have turned white and a bit spooky. The whiteness of the earth, the sky, the covering of everything; total harshness in New England.
Longing for the sun, the yellow rays, the blue skies, the fluffy clouds, the café and the friendships & conversations – that being out & about brings to one’s life. I am not a solitary person and long for social, for interaction, for my students and being in front of my class. For engaging ideas with youthful, high-energy twenty year olds.
Another coffee, another look at the white and too early for a nap, or is it? Too late to be under the covers, or is it? Too tiring to revise my manuscript, or is it? Too boring to continue to watch programs ad nauseum and movies just not up to it. Cabin fever, we know the term and the feeling? The crunch in the gut that the whiteness and snow and low sky is not only covering the landscape, but one’s life.