Fifty-three degrees!
Winter weather for this
California girl!
Waking up this morning warm and toasty in my cozy home on wheels, I
recall images of growing up in Springfield, Illinois –– gray skies
with clouds reaching up to the ceiling and stretching across the horizon like a soft blanket, and the cold wind blowing enough to make the
trees shiver and shake off their leaves. I scoot up and peer out the window.
The change in the landscape excites me, now, just as it did long ago –– The change of
seasons –– Hoping for a snow day.
In my sexy thermal long johns, I snuggle into bed covers, pulling
them and the two afghans up to my chin.
Today, just like when I was ten, the
weather promises a day of freedom to do whatever I want, to go wherever I decide and share it with whomever I choose. When I was ten, the thrill of making forts
and snow angels was all I ever wanted on a day like today. And the place, which
drew me, was as close as my back yard, where the fresh fallen snow lay like a pristine
blue ocean in dawn’s first light. Back then it was my sister and my childhood friends,
it was my best high school girlfriend and it was my first love with whom I
created the memories.
My sister is gone and the others must travel their own journeys.
I stretch, careful not to disturb Sportster,
my buddy and life partner, who, unlike a dog, does not give unconditional love. Curled up beside me in the deep folds of the
blankets, purring with gratitude, my cat comforts me.
Today, it is only California cold. It is
only snowing autumn leaves. It is a
beautiful day to enjoy the freedom to do whatever I want, which will be writing –– to go wherever I decide, which is the eight steps in my PJs from my
bedroom to my office. And it is a perfect day to share with Sportster, who
reminds me that right here, right now, is all we have –– snow or no snow –– California
or Illinois.
Believe in change.
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