Another wet, sloppy, drippy, freezing day. Another worrisome 20 mile drive to work along icy roadways, slippery curves, driving snow and sleet while dodging overconfident motorists in oversized SUVs or overconfident motorists who THINK they are driving oversized SUVs.
In truth, I am fonder of cold air than the humid heat of summer. It would be nice, though, if we could get a balanced mix of both during the year instead of weeks of sultry, mosquito-laden, dead, heavy, breath-sucking heat followed by weeks of wind-ripping, icy, frozen, breath-sucking cold. It would be great to enjoy 10 days of 20 degrees and snowy, and then 8 days of 85 degrees and sunny. Of course, some folks arrange for exactly that, if they can afford the travel and do not mind packing suitcases and keeping their passports current.
If I were Queen of the Land, I would require everyone to stay put on dangerous driving mornings like this one. My subjects would enjoy an extra guilt-free cup of coffee or hot chocolate, compliments of the Crown. They would take advantage of an hour of stolen time to step off this spinning planet and marvel at the honest beauty of the natural world, look out of the window at rainbow prisms of ice in the morning sun and feel the blanket of silence in the middle of a snowstorm, instead of the rattle of plows and the grinding of straining engines.
Ha! That’s impossible; some would argue. As if the economy wasn’t bad enough. But hey; the fantasy of an unexpected day of rest is tempting, isn’t it? I know what I would do with it: Read, write, listen to music, study bird songs for the warblers who are now feeling the faint stirrings of migration. Maybe pull on my boots and go out for a walk without a hat, all the better to clear my head, and then sneak into my own back yard and squish out a few snow angels, just in case a real one needs a place to land.
What would you do on such a day?