Awaiting the snow
Unless I can find a rogue cushion and I decide to getting the decorative bug, my window sill that I’ve been waiting to make into my respite while/when it snows is just waiting for only that, snow.
The apartment I’ve been in since June of 2014 has had this cozy spot with a giant window that’s just calling my name for a cold blustery day where the last place I want to go is outside yet cuddle up and watch it all safely from a distance. Last year of course we had plenty of this cold and nasty snow, but I was one or a combination of three things; working, visiting home, or most likely grieving. Maybe in those few times I could have visited this place would have been good to find a release, but really most of the winter I was in my bed paralyzed about death.
Though death still chases me everyday while I’m on my thoroughbred hope horse, I’m much calmer about it. More focused, and of course instead of talking about it I need to actually begin. I was thinking a moment ago though that I need to go on a little book binge before I write. Probably just another stalling tactic. Damn I stall a lot.
(While I was writing the above line I bumped into Reba Riley who recommended a book to me and pulled a few other strings for me!!)
Well, with that I’m going to look around my new ‘escape plan’ and go home and watch the news. Stalling in some ways has its benefits.
[On edit; I was going to mention how this may be a winter without snow here in Cincinnati. Other than a few flurries I don’t believe we’ve had any measurable snow. I also didn’t want to give the impression that there was a pending snowstorm either.]