The rain, though cleansing, dampens my mood. The mountains have dissappeared under the grey. Dreariness seeps through the window and settles into my body, making my mind dull and pressing the edges of spirit. Rain is displaced, being that it is February. It rained most of January also. Looking out the window I see grass where snow should lie. Realizing the mildness has made this an easier winter for many, I still feel cheated ; of the beauty of snow tracing the tree branches, of having walkways and decks to shovel and snowfall to record, of that feeling of being tucked inside a cave.
Life has also taken turns that have kept me so busy and left me wondering what happened to the inward focus I had planned to enjoy. The smell of spring accompanies the afternoon breeze . Sweet though it is, I refuse to acknowledge or celebrate a change of season yet.
I remember feeling similarly cheated last year and wonder at these weather changes. It is one thing to hear about global warming and another to witness these dramatic new patterns, firsthand.
So, I shall pull myself up and attend to household duties Perhaps I shall rally enough to walk and watch the river from under a hood. Perhaps this dreary dissapointment can yet be converted to a more clear inward journey.
Radha
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