Die, winter, die!!
By all accounts, it’s been a tough winter.
So when I woke up to snow this morning I was dejected. And the forecast didn’t look much better …
I decided to call my friend Mo in Paris; he never fails to cheer me up. He was walking as we chatted, and I followed his path with my mind’s eye. Montparnasse … north past Notre Dame des Champs … to the Luxembourg gardens.
“Il fait très beau,” Mo reported. He described the bright sun, the birds’ song, the children laughing and playing in the park. Sigh.
But instead of brooding, I decided to make the best of it. So shortly after sunrise I headed out for a walk. The wind was raw and the snowflakes stung my cheeks, but I saw some small, welcome signs of spring.
Every year, it seems miraculous to me that such tiny, fragile things can survive our winters—and then emerge from the frozen ground.
I cut my meditation short, though: I had a coffee date with my friend Uta. Prospect Park’s water tower looked even more ominous and brooding than usual under the slate-gray skies.
But after an hour or two of chatting by the fire, I’d forgotten my winter’s malaise.
Still … I’m ready for spring. Die, winter, die!
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