A winter’s day in a deep and dark [November], I am alone, gazing from my window to the streets below on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island.
— Simon & Garfunkel, “I am a Rock”
Over the weekend we had our first real snowfall and it looks like Narnia outside. Mr. Tumnus might appear under one of the street lamps any moment. It looks magical and austere, inviting and daunting, beautiful and cold. Like a little comma, Jujubear is curled up on my lap on the U-pillow wedged around me in my office chair so I can make a pretense of writing at my computer instead of staring off into space, making imaginary lists, daydreaming, letting my mind be as smooth and silent as the snow outside.
Winter has typically been a very creative time, because there are few distractions. Luckily, the kids pull me outside or I might truly begin hibernating in my flannel pajamas, curled up like Jujubear, no desire to do anything but eat and sleep in our warm cozy house. But I think it’s important for me, especially in the winter, to have firm commitments, to set goals, and to go out and do things for my health and sanity.
Or I might get lonely. Or I might get sad. Like I did my first winter in Montreal. But now I have friends. Now I have activities. I will embrace and enjoy this winter.