I went to bed early last night, the news warning of a storm
to hit this morning. I was lazy, stayed in bed late, still tired, but content
to lie and listen to the rain.
When I heard the creak of my mailbox, which meant I had
mail, I left the warmth of my bed, dressed and checked to see what was
happening with the world.
The rain had let off, for the moment, but the wind had not.
The sound of it was like the roar of a train, the trees moving, not in any
gentle sway, but more as if in battle. I picked up my mail, another bill, and
felt concern for my friend who is also my mailperson. She’s tough, and as fit
as can be, but I’m glad it’s not me walking house to house in this weather.
As I write this I can hear the storm pick up, the rain
beating down, and the skies so grey it feels like twilight rather than middle
of the morning.
As much as I love fall, I dread the change of this season,
because winter has no choice but to follow.
When I was in the store the other day I saw these cleat
things that strap on your shoes, to give you traction on the ice and snow, and
had a sense of dread.
This year I’m going to weather the weather better. I’m going
to give myself a project, once the holiday season is over, and keep myself busy
and productive. It’s a plus for me that I have many creative pursuits so I
never feel bored, it’s more that I don’t have enough time for all that I want
to do.
If someone picks me up for grocery shopping and the
occasional trip to Walmart, I’ll make it through the winter. Today it feels
closer, like those beautiful fall days are over and November will be a test of
the months to come.
But then I read a blurb that stated this winter might be the
warmest in the last 18 years.
My mind works in a strange way, words of an old Girl Guide
song came to mind as I was about to write about the unpredictability of the
weather. I’ll leave you with the first verse. (None of that second verse, same
as the first stuff. Boy, my mind is back at camp, but it makes me laugh on a
rainy day.)
As we trek along together,
As we trek along,
Let us sing this song together,
Let us sing this song.
Love, life, laughter, sorrow
Who knows what comes tomorrow,
Who knows and who cares,
As we trek along.
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