It’ll be February tomorrow. We’ve had more snow, for longer, than we have had in twenty years. The last time we had this much snow was when I first moved to this town in 1997. I know that most people are sick of it now, and are ready to see it go away. I’m still thrilled to death with it. I love it.
Snow is very nostalgic for me. It reminds me of when I was nine and ten years old, living with my grandparents waaaaaay out in the woods of the Swan valley. The snow got ridiculously deep there, deep enough that I was able to dig a system of tunnels in the snow in the front yard. That was only one of the reasons that that was such a great time for me.
So when I looked out the window a few minutes before my lunch break, and saw that it was snowing outside again, I was excited. I wolfed down some of Laure’s left over chicken stir fry from last night (fucking delicious by the way), bundled up and went for a walk. I walked for about forty-five minutes, and managed about two and a half miles.
At first, I listened to a podcast with my bluetooth ear buds, but after fifteen minutes or so I turned it off and took them out of my ears. I listened to the sound of my foot steps in the snow, the traffic, the wind… it was nice. I think it was the first time I’d unplugged from everything in weeks.
By the time I walked back into the building, I felt much better. I haven’t had any grand epiphany, I don’t feel any more optimistic about things than I did before, but I do feel a little more at ease with it all. The situation is what it is, we’re just going to have to roll with it, hope for the best, plan for the worst, yada-yada-yada.
I can’t really explain it, but I feel better about things. Calmer, I guess.