a walk in time
February 25, 2017 § 5 Comments
This morning I walked our dog, her dark fur and my bulky attire cutting a strong contrast against the pristine snow in the blinding sunshine. The wind was mischievously inconsistent, the sun undermining the temperature of the air, and so I prematurely cast aside my scarf.
It was the kind of morning I intentionally plan for, the simplest excursion made predictably unbearable by the folly of my last-minute recklessness. I was simultaneously curled against the sun and braced against the wind, my eyes stung by the brilliance of light against snow and my neck too bare against tendrils of wind that wound deep inside my collar.
Lost to discomfort I almost missed the happy delight of neighborhood children playing quietly, their sounds muffled by my cap pulled low against my ears. They looked like crayons overturned haphazardly against the snow; mix-matched snowsuits and cheerful mittens a riot of color against the quiet. Without their sounds they might have been a memory of my children’s childhood displaced against the indiscernible backdrop of a timeless winter day.
The vastness of uninterrupted snow and the solitude of my footsteps against old memories I might have been invisible, the cumbersome bulk of my shape frivolously insignificant; a trick of light against snow.
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So you had the conciusness, to come back to the present and enjoy the walk.. This is a gift! Enjoy. Have a nice day!
It was a gift. A beautiful nudge to be present. Thank you.
Nice 🙂
Something magical about white snow, warm sunshine and a furry companion. Makes one think all is right with the world:).
I couldn’t agree more. Maybe it lets us be “little” for a minute, a little less grown up and a little more easily awestruck.