Snow Bound

 

I’m about done with my Sunday morning chores. I got the sheets off the bed to wash, got my medicine took, lite my candle, cracked opened windows (to let out evil spirits), and called my father-in-law (to check on some old evil spirits). But seriously there’s been a steady rain last night and the weatherman has been promising me snow all week. About 0.02” to be exact. You can stop laughing now all my snow bound bird friends up North.

But the rain has made the stale air of a Southern Winter smell a little sweeter, so thanks Canada for that. While the final rinse on the washer sounds like a jet fighter shutting down. The breeze outside is picking up, but still no flakes. But just like a humid summer’s day is to a Canadian, a little accumulation of snow or ice is kryptonite to a Southerner. So while we laugh, we both know our limitations. Funny how life usually even’s things out in the end, knowing our weakness’ and our adaptability.

So in conclusion let us all have a good belly laugh out the discomfort of others. Knowing that we all have our breaking points and places where we can overcome. Celebrating the idea that the human spirit is a creator as well as the created. Seeing things in a clearer sense than just black and white. Knowing there are shades of grey that we all must navigate through the find true enlightenment and understanding. That life isn’t always as it seems.