While I am indoors awaiting springtime's early arrival, the earth outside continues on with her daily tasks. The deer franticly searches for sustenance as the squirrels hibernate in their denizens. The wind howls and blows the snow around in spirals, as subtle flakes scatter around in confusion. Geese fly ahead, their cacophonous echo a reminder of winter. The cats take a temporary respite in the patches of sunlight on the windowsills and my roommate hides underneath her haven of comforters.
I will stay in my flannels and robe all day, reveling in every minute of the comfort and calm. There is no job to rush to, no urging, pressing push and pull to accomplish something; no insane rush on the roads or busy supermarket lines. There is only: me, my cat, my computer.
Maybe winter is the only time we have to be at peace. Like death, winter is a momentary darkness that gives us time to arise again into the bustle of spring. Maybe winter is a reminder that every living thing on earth needs regeneration.
There is no other way to describe it then: mish-mosh, hodgepodge; an amalgamation of thoughts, feelings and philosophy; reflection on daily life, wisdom and folly; education and learning...in other Words:
