One nice thing about my office move is that I can enjoy the sunlight pouring into my window. Or at least I would enjoy the sunlight pouring in my window if there were any in this one-horse town.
Gracious me, though! I just felt a ray of sunshine. It wandered through my window and warmed my forehead, radiating down my face and into my body. I'll keep it tucked away and pull it out secretly later today. I don't even feel like sharing it. This is what the deep winter will do to you. I will guard my bowl of sunshine like a rabid dog.
In like way, I hoard little Toblerones from my Christmas stocking in my coat pockets and whip them out at desperate moments. Somehow the feeling of breaking off a little piece with my teeth and turning over those chewy nougat bits with my tongue is a pleasing substitute for sunshine during these endless grey days.
And the Toblerones, and the cookies, and the creamy coffee--it's all doing its work by giving me just that extra special something that keeps me a little warmer. Why fight against evolution? In winter I evolve into a softer, more well-rounded person, and in summer I shed it for long days in the garden. Now that I am over thirty this wintry padding may prove harder to shake than in past carefree days. But I don't give a flipping fig. Bring on the pastries! Bring on the peanut butter!
My good friend and Merry's godmother describes the Goldeneyes in Missoula, puttering carelessly around floating chunks of ice just as we float about in high summer holding a cold beer in one hand. Here's to feathers and fat, she says. Absolutely. I don't know whether she meant this as a recommendation, a "Go ye therefore and do likewise," but that's how I choose to read it. I am going, I am doing likewise.
Stay warm, all ye freezing ones.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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