THE STILLNESS OF WINTER Snow is slathered on the rooftops like icing on a Cinnabon-thick and creamy in some areas, sparse or non-existent in others. A lone bird, its feathers puffed, pecks at the ground, at what I wonder. The worms are surely hibernating. A sign of life comes from the stream of smoke wafting from a neighbor’s chimney. The sun shines as bright as always but is now stingy with its heat. Deciduous trees once lush green and fanning us with a soothing breeze, now skeletons of bark. Evergreens stand staunch, clenched as I do when I first hit the below freezing air outdoors-clenching every muscle hoping to preserve precious body heat. White clouds wander in the soft blue sky as they always do. Welcomed silence surrounds me accept for the hum of the refrigerator and the intermittent crackling in the baseboard heat. No school buses screaming by, no dog walkers chatting, not even the thud of the Sunday morning paper hitting the driveway-that replaced long ago with a thin box plugged in to the wall. And so it is in the suburbs of New York City. Mother Nature’s moment to meditate it seems. #BLOG #WINTER #NY What is winter like where you are?
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 18:07:24 +0000
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