Sunny day

Today was cold. Yesterday was cold, too. And tomorrow? Also cold. Windchill in the negatives. Biting cold.

Our house and neighborhood seem to be encased in ice. The streets are plowed but are hard-packed with ice and snow. It is easy to imagine that there is no pavement underneath, that the streets are carved out of packed layers of snow on earth. And the cold makes it difficult to imagine that there is anywhere on the planet that is warm or green. When the frigid air is compounded by unrelenting steel grey skies, life kind of tunnels in on itself. Self-preservation via virtual hibernation. It is easy not to think too far beyond the rutted streets and paths I travel with Carmen the dog, or the route to Kate’s school, to my job, to Bruce’s or to the music school. Well-worn paths in snow and ice, interspersed with the bare pavement of highways and this version of civilization.

But there is sun! And blue sky! For two days straight now, and whilst still bitterly cold, that begins to lift me out of my geocentric thoughts, and gives me hope of warmth to come, the promise of which is almost warming in itself, warmth I know friends in certain southern places are quite ready to see go.

I typed all of the above, and before hitting the publish button, I wandered around blogland for a bit, and read Robyn’s Fair Isle. Talk about weather. And this: “The world is turning, changing, living, dying.” Yes, it is. Thanks for the reminder, Robyn. So easy to forget when walking the dog on the tundra this weather has made of our quiet city street, making me think of words like permafrost and wondering if it will ever melt away!

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About pattiblaine

Raised under the name of Snyder in the upstate NY town of Vestal, I've worked as a typesetter, a fast food salad bar tender, an art reviewer, a waitress, a part-time nanny, and a very-bad-with-phones temp. Once upon a time I was all-but-thesis toward a Masters in Art History. Now I'm just a mom with a lot of fiber squirreled away throughout the house. We call it insulation. In 2013 I completed a life-long learning program at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, and am a postulant toward the diaconate in the Episcopal Diocese of Rochester, NY. In addition to coordinating volunteers for the soup kitchen, I volunteer as a tutor at a deeply impoverished city elementary school, and am a docent at the Memorial Art Gallery.
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2 Responses to Sunny day

  1. Sarah says:

    Spring is around the corner. We just have to keep reminding ourselves that soon enough we’ll start seeing grass.

  2. DawnK says:

    Slowly, ever so slowly, the days are getting longer! The sun is rising earlier and it is setting later. It’s not so dark when I leave work now. Not daylight yet, but not quite dark, either. When the snow ever melts, I’m sure we will find sprouts of daffodils, tulips, grape hyacinths and big hyacinths starting to grow! I love searching for the first sprouts, but we have a lot of snow to melt, before we will see anything! Warm over the weekend and warm next week, so maybe it’s closer than we think!

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