Morning Storm

Climb out of a dream, and notice how much dimmer the outdoor light seems.  In the summer, the sun shines directly through that same window, but not today.  Stand and stretch, and wander to the living room; take a look out the big window, and smile.

Out in a Maine snowstorm

Out in a Maine snowstorm

A velvety blanket of snow covers the world — at least our little corner of it; snow is still falling, gently now, but make no assumptions. In a few hours, the sun may be out, or the wind stepped up and the snow flying sideways.  The street is empty, and the plows pass about once an hour.  When the storm is finally over, those workers will have their jobs laid out for them.

It’s slowly warming up outside, and my window is wet and drippy.  The small, fine snowflakes still fall, and I would guess the snow has reached three inches.  A big storm during school vacation always promised sledding and sliding and snowball fights and forts of every shape and size.  I heard these promises, but I don’t remember answering their calls — I spent my teenage years walking around in the snow, but even then, I preferred sliding down the hill to climbing back up.  Still, I sense the magic of the snowfall as I did then.

The magic of snow isn’t apparent to everyone.  I am sister to she who would rather face drought, or flood, or whatever other of weather’s many faces.
(That is poetic license — I know she dislikes snow, but I don’t imagine she wants any other catastrophes.)  People who work outside often dread snowstorms — unless they also ski, or slide, or skate in the winter.  Anyone who must drive in this stuff feels some sense of heightened awareness, if not worry, as long as they are on the road.

I am lucky enough to give a miss to most of the worries — I miss the mobility of driving, but I am grateful each storm that I don’t have to clear the car of snow, or move it at the mercy of the maintenance men, who, in 9 years, have never arrived to plow the parking lot at the same time twice.  The taxis are always warm and clear of snow when I need them, and I trust most of the drivers enough to get me where I need to go.  In fact, since I gave up my driver’s license, I have faced morning snowstorms with peace in my heart.

So here I am, sipping hot chocolate and enjoying the picture framed by the living room window.  I love the Maine coast in winter.


9 responses to “Morning Storm

  1. I don’t know if I could tolerate that much snow, but as long as it was out my window and I was warm on the inside, I would have all sorts of beautiful dreams and imaginations. Coldness has never been my closest friend, but neither is extreme heat. I would be so happy with Spring and Fall weather year round because my dreams and aspirations run wild during all that beauty and comfortableness of the outside, but especially since my kidneys have failed and I am now on dialysis. It doesn’t happen to everyone. In fact I think I am just one in a small number that is affected this way with the heat and cold. But I am happy. My life is fulfilled and I have everything that I need to make me comfortable and content. It is my faith that keeps me whole and that’s all I need. This is the Happy New Year part of the week and I want to wish you the very best on your writing journey and on your life journey. You have found something that is going to prove to be wonderful as you travel and I am so glad for that. We are going to have a storm tonight and tomorrow morning….not snow but buckets of rain, which we need dreadfully. You may see me in a row boat coming up to your window. Don’t think I can paddle that far, but you never know, do you? Happy Evening, my dear friend.

    • I am not at all surprised, my friend, to learn that you rejoice in the Spring. I do as well. Until three years ago, spring in my part of Maine meant mud and rain, rain, rain. I know the change has something to do with the overall climate change going on — springs now are drier, earlier, and spectacular when the forsythia start to bloom and the tulips and daffodils poke their heads out of the dirt. In fact, every season but winter has changed here: summer is a lot hotter, and muggier, which is okay if you have a shady spot, which I do. Winter is shorter, and we have far fewer storms; they are also much less intense. Seems like PA south to northern Virginia are getting all the nasty storms now. Anyway, I love the weather here more and more each year, which is actually also a scary thing.

      I hope you have a happy New Year, full of promise and joy. Just keep smiling, and writing; as far as the dialysis goes, I know no one who is as uninterested in putting emphasis on her troubles! Happy 2013! 😎

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