much more than appearances
I’ve been dreading the first signs of winter since September, when they were clearly not evident. But today, in so many ways, is a winter day. It’s gray, cold, and windy. And… I saw some white stuff.
Strangely enough, I’ve been envisioning my first snow here in Mishawaka with me grumbling and whining and complaining-with everything else that’s going on, snow is just added to the list. But contrarily enough, with the first flurries to fall from the sky this morning, I felt... incredibly peaceful. I was sitting in my car in a parking lot, with the heater on and working (best car repair ever!), and I just watched a few flurries flutter around, guided by the wind, which seemed to have died down specifically for the moment. It was, I’m almost ashamed to admit, sort of beautiful.
Of course, the most beautiful part of it all is that it won’t stick, knock on wood.
I’m still not looking forward to this whole winter thing. Driving to and from school each day. Clearing the frost and snow from my car each morning. Dealing with the cold weather and winds (even if they pale in comparison to Tech’s). Traveling two hundred miles on ice and snow to get to see my family. Nope, I can do without all of that.
But that first hint of peace on a wintry November day might have made these things just a little more bearable.
Can you believe it? A week from now I’ll be home for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving has seemed like an unreachable milestone from the day I got here. And Christmas isn’t far beyond Thanksgiving.
Slowly, deliberately, precisely, all the pieces are fitting together, and time creeps onward.
Strangely enough, I’ve been envisioning my first snow here in Mishawaka with me grumbling and whining and complaining-with everything else that’s going on, snow is just added to the list. But contrarily enough, with the first flurries to fall from the sky this morning, I felt... incredibly peaceful. I was sitting in my car in a parking lot, with the heater on and working (best car repair ever!), and I just watched a few flurries flutter around, guided by the wind, which seemed to have died down specifically for the moment. It was, I’m almost ashamed to admit, sort of beautiful.
Of course, the most beautiful part of it all is that it won’t stick, knock on wood.
I’m still not looking forward to this whole winter thing. Driving to and from school each day. Clearing the frost and snow from my car each morning. Dealing with the cold weather and winds (even if they pale in comparison to Tech’s). Traveling two hundred miles on ice and snow to get to see my family. Nope, I can do without all of that.
But that first hint of peace on a wintry November day might have made these things just a little more bearable.
Can you believe it? A week from now I’ll be home for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving has seemed like an unreachable milestone from the day I got here. And Christmas isn’t far beyond Thanksgiving.
Slowly, deliberately, precisely, all the pieces are fitting together, and time creeps onward.