I woke to bone-chilling cold and a bit of snow on the ground. The sun, before being seen, announced its presence by coloring wisps of pale pink clouds. As the sun continued to rise, the light-floating clouds lost their color against the thin blue of the winter cold sky. The clouds seemed anemic after shedding the weight of the snow they had been carrying.
I sat in my favorite reading chair in my small room listening to the silence. I am familiar with the silence of cold and snow, and this silent cold seeped through the windowpanes to my right, not respecting the boundary between outside and in. The silence of inside was punctuated by the clinks and clunks of the heat ducts as they rested between attempts to push back the cold. I know when it is more-than-cold outside because that cold has more power than any form of heat but the sun. And soon the cold joined forces with a wind that howled and growled around the corner of the house and onto the porch to overpower the promise of sun-warmth. Late morning we ventured out into the battle in an attempt to say we wouldn’t stop our life for nature’s display of brutal strength, but we were humbled.
In the dawning-day hours, though, I enjoyed the silence of the tempered cold as I sat in my chair by the east-facing window. I held my warm mug of chi tea between my hands and against my chest so the warmth seeped into my soul. As I sipped, letting the tingle of spices and softness of cream linger on my tongue, I watched the white light of morning sun, softened through slatted blinds, drift across purple wall and artwork, lamp and bookcase – illuminating memories of a life lived with joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, pain and pleasure, brokenness and redeeming love.
4 thoughts on “Very Cold & Snow”
I miss waking up to freshly fallen snow! Having lived in Ireland for nearly two decades now my fondest childhood memories mostly involve snow, skiing and ice skating! Winter months can be brutally cold yet at the same time there’s certain magic. Thanks for sharing, I very much enjoyed reading it. Aiva 😊
I’m pleased that it brought back such wonderful memories, Aiva. There is a magic to it until it goes on too long. 🙂
Ah…you brought back memories of my many days in the midwest growing up and the sights and sounds of winter…oh yes and being cold to the bone. 🙂
Good! I can almost say that I’m cold to the bone sitting in the house feeling the cold come through the exterior walls. It all seems appropriate for the coming winter equinox. It is what I love about the north – the seasons are displayed with gusto. I can be generous because in two weeks we will head south again. 🙂