The solstice is upon us. I usually like winter for about one month. I enjoy a few snowstorms and the look of bare branches. But then, around the middle of January, I start to be over it.
Unfortunately, winter lasts well into March around here.
Today was a bleak day that was too warm for snow. The first two lines of the poem below went through my head. I came up with the rest just now. Happy Solstice, everyone — even if the weather’s a bit bleak.
Winter Has Come Through Again
Looks like snow
But feels like rain
Come through again
Sleet on concrete
A piercing gust
That makes you blanche
Beneath the cold
The weather seeps
Into your soul
Skin is tired
Bones are drained
Come through again
Happy Friday, everyone. It’s a sunny day, and in the D.C. area, it’s going to be quite hot. It’s a pre-summer day ahead of a weekend that promises rain. It’s also a day filled with my day job, working on the final pages of Please Give (!!), and beginning some short stories once Please Give is ready to simmer.
As such, my Friday post will be short this week. April 17th was National Haiku Day, and a rainy day at that. I wrote the following as my contribution. Hope you all have a good weekend, whatever the weather.
Gentle droplets fall
Upon the blades of grass, and
All becomes anew
It’s a cloudy morning in Arlington. I’ve always liked cloudy days. I don’t want them all the time, as one too many days without the sun quickly makes my mood match the weather outside. But every few days or so, a bit of cloudiness can serve nature well. I wrote the essay below on a cloudy autumn day, and while it’s spring (technically, at least. It’s been really cold all week), I believe it still applies. Enjoy, and have a good weekend.
Grey days are far from dreary. They can be just as beautiful as the golden ones.
Consider autumn leaves. Their hues of red, gold, orange, and everything in between are striking in all sorts of light. But imagine them shining against a backdrop of grey clouds. They look uniquely beautiful, do they not?
The same can be said of the greenest tree and the brightest bird. By giving the sun a break, a cloud can help to highlight all of the beauty we were too blinded by rays of sunshine to fully see.
A grey day is special in that it helps us see beauty in ways we may not have considered before. It asks you to pause, and breathe, and truly look. So if you find yourself awakening to a day lacking in the sun, do not spend it waiting for the sun to come back. Rather, take a look and see what you may miss when the sun is in your eyes.