Even while many of us living in northern climates bask in a sun that somehow seems too strong for this post-solstice season, the question on everyone's not-so-frozen lips is somewhat different this year: How many weeks left until winter?
We are, it seems, shadow-boxing with this page of the calendar. And for even the most hibernation-prone among us, the issue has become something to lose sleep over: Where is winter? We are, it seems, being taken by storm in an unexpected way: A blitz of sunshine. And these oddly warmer days have begun to, well, snowball: Day after day of bright sun. A dusting of white to tease us. Even the chipmunks, yawning off their lighter cloak of sleep, seem confused.
Winter itself appears to have gone underground, reveling in the great torpor that was once the province of Phil and his ilk instead. So has the groundhog been deprived of the Arms of Morpheus? Will he ever again manage to achieve the R.E.M. stage of sleep, that deepest level which unwraps the gifts of all our wildest dreams, burrowed beneath consciousness?
To sleep, perchance to dream, dear Phil. Skip the holiday if you must, and snore your happy snore past Feb. 2 and beyond.
It's OK. As long as you close your eyes and dream of winter.
Make it happen. Chuck this weather.
Spring will come soon enough.
4 comments:
I think we missed winter completely this year. It's spring already. Bummer. I remember when seasons were seasons--and enjoyed the differences.
I feel the same way. A good old fashioned winter is what it's all about. It's why we live in the northeast. It's all about the seasons. Spring will not be quite the same if we haven't had a chance to grow, and then shed, our winter personae.
It's not natural!
Winter, winter... season of chilly reason, why hide yourself from us and your furry friends? Shouldn't we be hiding from you, trying to collect up our warmth? Clearly something has gone afoul. Spring just doesn't feel like spring without the appreciation winter humbles us into.
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