Sunrise after snowfall, looking into our woods
A fairy-dusting of fine-grained snow sifted down on us in the night. Bright and dry morning, 26 degrees. It may be the perfect winter day.
My (completely unscientific) theory is that crossing back and forth over the freeze mark, at 32 degrees celsius, is as bad for people as it is for the roads around here. It gives us potholes of the body and soul. It’s better if it just stays cold, especially if there is also sunshine and high pressure. Then it is easier not to wish for some other weather but just to let this weather, and this day, be its own (possibly perfect) self.
I have a low pressure system in my body right now, with a stormy head cold and 100% chance of nasal precipitation. A dog walk in sunshine has brightened my spirits a little, though, and I will get on with my daily tasks… which will include vacuuming, errands, picking up data cards and supplies for tomorrow morning’s beach cleanup, and baking a loaf of Milk and Honey Bread for the neighbor who (never suppressing a generous impulse) cleared my driveway this morning with his snowblower.
John left at 3 a.m. to fly the first Boston flight to Miami, then Puerto Rico. He just called and reported that the weather is 68 and very sunny in South Florida – which is also, in a geographically and climatologically relative way, a perfect winter day.
The same Camera+ iPhone photo, taken from our back deck, edited in a different way
Poems for today…
Wallace Stevens: The Snow Man
Robert Frost: Good-bye, and Keep Cold
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