this week we experienced a gigantic snowstorm, rivaling that of 1978 they say. unfortunately, i was so sick when this storm came that i had little excitement over the possibility or reality of so much snow. i’d normally be skiing and playing and running through this snow, experiencing it all, but not this time. i was stuck on the couch.
i first began to question whether i had lost zest or life, having no motivation to go out into the snow. if instead of actually experiencing life, i chose to watch it happen through the lens of oprah on my television. i then gently told myself, i’ve been so sick. this is what sick people do: nothing.
today, i felt better, finally a bit like myself. i worked from one of my favorite coffee shops and decided to take the 2 mile walk home to experience the post storm. i was walking on the sidewalks surrounded by piles of snow on either side, delighting in the sight. i took photos again, and basked in the sun. and i wrote this little poem:
walking along, snow banks on either side
like large walls protecting
from the cars that pass me by.
i think of how they must see me,
a black down coat hovering above the banks
no legs does this coat have, they are hidden
i like it this way, a bit of obstacle at every turn
some snow to leap or glide on top of
and i’ll go on bobbling down these winter paths.
remember your wellies 