I'm in need of warm, moist air and southern winds. It seems I'm not the only one. Friends do not speak of plants, spring wildlife, or new gardens. Most people do not speak of much, it seems, except for comings and goings and pictures of kids playing indoor sports. People in our relatively friendly city have become resigned to the unrelenting north wind in their face, blowing as it has been for six months. Everyone shuffles about quickly with their heads covered, faces down to the salt, ice, and grime on the sidewalks.
I want to feel the fire. I want to move. I want to create motion beyond myself. That is what I am here to do.
Tonight, another snow storm comes. I bristle and grab one more blanket, longing for the warm air so long overdue. On Monday morning, we go back to work under three layers of pants and four layers of tops.
|Photo by Jennifer Carr|