putting winter to bed

so as a new month begins, a new season and these writings also surface. thanks bon (bonnie introduced me to this medium). a new thing for me, a place to write that is not just mine.. i am interested to see what arises from writing more publically.

sunlight is coming through sheer curtains and outside the trees are moving enough to make that light dance a little. it reminds me of water and summer.

the snow is melting and the weather is softening more each day. i will try not to speak about what else may be happening. try to stay away from the days events, though they have been pleasant. stick to a changing season and that sunlight on my walls.

winter starts out every time with fresh snow underfoot, that sound and feeling we know so well. a comfort. comfort in the warmth of furnaced rooms, hoar frost, the way cheeks get red and cold to the touch but our bodies seem happy, up for the challenge. sometime later, the layers get hard. the roads form ruts and we get into them. snow is so opaque. cold air starts to thieve. winter loses it's charm. and then, right on time, the sunlight starts to dance a little, you leave your jacket at home, the dog starts to shed more..

i set my clock forward an hour, saving daylight. the difference between here and there got bigger.

it really does amaze me every time winter goes to sleep. i enjoy the mania of our seasons. like children and swings, enjoying the changing sensation of movement. flight when they are used to ground. appreciation. you just have to move on before you stop loving each thing. how much of that is learned and how much is intinctual i wonder. i'm not sure of that answer. indulgance is grey area. nature takes care of the seasons for us, making nothing so hard that we lose too much happiness, but not so easy that we forget to appreciate. the rest is all trust i guess. we all get scared and try to stay in our favourite seasons..