My favorite thing about Winter is Spring cleaning.
I recognize the necessary death and destruction of spent foliage and harmful microbes that the cold temperatures bring. I appreciate the sense of clean slates, quiet reflection and beauty in silence and solitude.
But I like the rebirth better. I want it sooner. Maybe I should live somewhere with a shorter Winter. Because these days, I spend
too much time
in my house, and I am
too frequently reminded
of all those projects that need doing. The foundation, the garage, the kitchen counters… all better tackled in dry, mild weather. Winter makes me feel a little
too helpless and dormant, and that’s when the demons creep in. Nasty buggers.
And this year we haven’t even gotten to say “vortex.” What is the point?
My point is in the tip of my nose, and I’m directing it toward March April May. The most beautiful time of the year.
For today, I make lists of all the little tasks Spring will hold, and count the growing days until we can again clear the air of frigid dust and shuttered windows.
When the anxiety rises inside you, go stand in a line. Wait your turn at the grocery store and watch the people of your town go about some of the most mundane and necessary tasks of their lives.
“Do you remember how disgusting it seemed, that first time you drank a glass of blood? And now? It’s just sort of like, ‘Hmm.'”
My curiosities wriggle to the depths of the oceans,
This is really not anything… simply phrases that my brain said while I was in the bathhouse shower of a shoreline campground, with a little extra added for length.