The thing about winter is that it just drains the life right out of me.
I know. Thanks to global warming, we haven’t really had a good old fashioned New England winter in years. We’ve been lucky in terms of snowfall, I know.
But it doesn’t matter.
It isn’t the amount of snow (although with good old Nemo we have plenty of that commodity, thank you). It isn’t the freezing rain that’s falling today or the freezing fog that is blanketing the yard.
It isn’t really about those things.
It’s about the lack of color, don’t you think?
I remember, many years ago, commuting along to work as I did every day. Looking out ahead at the gray highway, the gray skies, the dark gray branches of the leafless trees. I remember feeling absolutely desperate for a glimpse of something vividly blue or red or green. Something alive. When I got to work, I dug through my cabinets until I found a big poster of a Caribbean beach and I hung it where I could see it a hundred times a day. I yearned for the aqua shades of water and the emerald green of the plants.
It got me through to spring, and those first few precious green sprouts.
Today I am sitting in my living room. Once again a captive of the winter days. Looking out at the gray sky, gray trees, gray fog. The snow is sodden and heavy and colorless. The only hues that I can make out are the dark gray/green needles of the pines and the dark gray trunks of the trees. My brain is overwhelmed with the boring sameness of everything I see.
So what can I do?
If I were rich, I’d get on my private plane and fly myself to Barbados. I’d pluck the blossom of a big pink plumeria and I’d gaze deep inside of it to fill myself with energy and life.
If I were rich, I’d take off right now and take myself to Sidi Bou Said, on the coast of Tunisia, where the houses are blue and white and shining in the sunlight.
If I were rich…….
What can I do, seeing that I am so completely and absolutely not rich? I can open iPhoto, and scroll through my pictures. I can look long and hard at this:
Time goes on. And before we know it, we will be seeing the color and the vibrancy of spring.
The trick is to keep believing that spring will come. And that we will be here to see it.