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Winter is Here
Here in this rural corner of Alberta, we got the first real snow of winter (if you don't count the real snowfall we received in early September!) and the kids at school were thrilled! The snow brought to them nothing but pure joy. Even frozen fingers and tingling cheeks were things of fascination.
We adults seemed to feel differently. Another winter with treacherous road conditions that cause driving becomes riskier than playing slot machines, achy joints, winter colds and winter weight. Can't you almost hear the collective sigh?
Then something changed my perspective. Watching the children tracking merrily through the snow on the playground, I realized, "For these kids, this is only the fourth, fifth or sixth onset of winter that they can recall." For them, winter is brand-spanking new, this miraculous, abrupt change in the seasons. They still see it for what it is: special. Just like that, my heart lifted a little.
On the drive home, the feeling lasted. It may've even expanded a little. The low drear that held itself suspended over the dormant earth didn’t seem like a menace. Instead, it felt like a friend beckoning me to relax, let go and ease into the stillness winter can bring. I wanted the gauzy grey sky to wrap itself around me and hold me sleepily until the spring. In the most comfortable way, I envied the tiny creatures that slumber in dens below the earth, or in dams beneath the thinly frozen surface of prairie ponds.
This is what winter can be. It can be a time for comfort, ease and reflection, a welcome friend and not a dreaded guest who stays too long. It all has to do with how I choose to see it and what I choose to do with it.
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