Of the year, coming our way, they say, pretty bad, pretty heavy, they say, and I am watching through the cafe's window, the street made white, and snow, snow, coming, coming, inch over inch, my car getting covered, and writing wants to be about winters, about cozy places, with blankets and sweaters, hot cocoa, a steamy stew, the presence of a loved one, a fire place if possible, not that that's important, we make do with what we have, and snow goes on falling, the streets will soon be stretches of whiteness, very few cars to worry about, just me and the road, and who cares about snow, it is Wisconsin after all. Meanwhile, wherever you happen to be is where you are, is where home is, is where life is. We dream and come back. We dream, get lost dreaming and then eventually come back. Willingly, or unwillingly, sooner or later, we come back. So, be here, be now and be well.
Refusing to wear a coat, feeling alive
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I wish you could love winter the way I do. Last few days were my happiest in Wisconsin... Walking through the falling snow on Tuesday night, then playing all day long outside with kids on Wednesday... Enjoying winter is about spending lots of time outside and only then - coming home to warm up. One can enjoy it only when warm and waterproof boots and several layers of clothing are on (including mittens, scarf and hat), they are our friends, helping us drink the winter air in, instead of hiding from it!
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