Keep The Light
Yes, I know it’s pretty.
But it’s also March February. And though the east coast is losing its collective mind over more snow than its ever seen since snow was invented, I’m rather done with the whole show. Which isn’t very smart of me considering the fact that Colorado winter has yet to truly show herself.
Everything is brown, and dead, and dormant. In fact, just yesterday, Cute Redhead and I were laughing about the spell it cast over us just one year ago. We took one long look out the window, cursed the deep freeze, and loaded up the SUV and drove to Las Vegas. Take that, winter.
We won’t be doing that this year. Instead we’re spending the time trying to figure out which to repair or replace first: the water heater (it’s leaking), or the washing machine (it’s leaking too)…and whether we just pull the trigger and remodel the whole upstairs bathroom plumbing snafu (and trust me, it is) (I’d know because I’m the one who played Bob The Builder and helped get us where we are today.)
I look out the window of my studio and see nothing but gray and white and brown. Not my favorite hues, in case you’re wondering. What I want to see is green and blue and every other highly saturated color Spring can afford me.
I came across two short pieces that do a good job of reminding me of what’s coming.
You read these while I go make more coffee.
“Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.” — Theodore Roethke, 1908-1963
and
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” — Albert Camus
C’mon, Spring. You can do it.
Yes, Spring can do the miracle… But not yet. Because it’s February, not March yet.
Ah!, by the way, it is indeed pretty.
lol do you SEE what the cold does to me!? (Thanks, Frappé)
I think so too, actually. And today I spied buds on the trees. Every one, keeping the Light.
Isn’t Colorado one of the sunniest places in the country? High desert remember. Try spending a winter in Green Bay. I’ll show you some seasonal depression.
Ooh. Good point. I concede.
Well concession is no fun. I was hoping for a witty rebuttal.
Well…it’s more that I was raised in Michigan. Which makes your toy winter look like Nature’s equivalent to Decaf. Ooh! Ouch!
THAT’S what I’m talking about! LOL! Good thing neither of us is from New England.