Thursday, October 27, 2011
This snow, I could eat it
I woke up this morning wondering if I would ever wake up without my first word being "shit," ever again.
There is hope.
I can lament all I want about being old and jaded, with not one speck of childish wonder left in me, but it seems I am mistaken.
Snow still excites me. And the first snow of the season is the mot exciting of all.
It is falling steadily outside my windows. I am in a snowglobe, within a snowglobe. Cozy, dry, and warm, mesmerized by the steady rhythm.
Not drifting, but falling
I am not exaggerating when I say this fills my heart with the purest joy I know.
It never fails to make me just as excited and full of hope today as it did was a little kid pressing my face to the sky, with tongue outstretched. Okay, I'm going out to do that right now.
I'm tempted to go yank my kids out of school just so they can run around and scream and give the snow a proper welcome. I bet they are climbing the walls.
"Hello Mr. Principal. Esther and Isla have an, um, errr, special appointment. It can not, under any circumstances, be missed. "
Should I? Could I?
And I am reminded of a Japanese poem, is it a haiku?, by Issa:
That wafts slowly down
I could eat it