The light is pale and thin this season. Whenever I catch a ray, I settle in like a cat with a nap. There is precious little of the sun, and I want to take full advantage.
Every winter has a personality, I believe. Last year’s was hostile and biting, keeping us prisoners with icy indifference, coldly holding us hostage to its frigid whims.
This year’s cousin is an antidote, a poor relation to the last one’s power. It is soggy and mild, and oh so drab. The clothes it wears are always monochromatic. It can creep up on us without a threat, and cover us with the dull ache of sameness before we know it.
I find myself almost missing the former’s ferocious dedication. Like a demanding lover, it made me feel alive.
Suburban Satsangs 
Sometimes you answer the knock at the door and it is Conan. Other times it’s an old man asking if he can come in and pee.
Mike, it took me over 130 words to convey what you said so well in 26. Hat’s off to you. I couldn’t have said it better myself. Is the weather in Maine showing up as Old Man Winter?
Cold and white and long. But not as bad as most years in Maine. Ice fishing is on and so far none of the pickups have gone down to scope out the fishes on the bottom.
Lovely! I know we’ve gotten a break this year, with only one serious snowfall just last week, and that’s already melted. And today was sunny, so we took a one-mile walk and I came home cursing b/c the wind chill was ridiculous and gave me a headache. Hmpf. Thanks for putting it into nice words, which I can borrow for polite company ;D
Don’t worry, Meg. There’s plenty of muttering under my breath. It has been sunny today down here as well, but that wind chill was a killer and there’s still a little icing of snow in the shadows. But after a long week of ugly grey, I dropped everything to welcome the sun. Here’s to more sunny times!