Ode to Winter(and weekends)

Of the four seasons, I'd probably put Winter in there as a distant 4th as far as being my favorite. Fall is best, then Spring, and then Summer- and finally, by default, that 3-or-so-month period of snow and ice from January to March(and sometimes November to April). Never been much of a cold-weather person, even as a kid. As an adult, I loathe the whole affair: having to spend an extra 15-20 minutes every morning scraping ice and shit off the vehicle and warming it up to take me to work, having to insulate myself with extra layers of clothing, having to be careful as not to slide on the ice, etc..


But I gotta say. Freshly-fallen(or falling) snow is an experience unto itself. Seems to spread a hush, a stillness over everything it touches. You breathe in the silence of the moment and instantly feel at peace, with yourself and the world. Particularly on a Sunday morning when you don't have to drive through the shit to go to work. A very cool feeling this morning, seeing everything covered in a blanket of white, with more snow falling gently to the ground.


My dog is a happy guy in the backyard in most kinds of weather(except rain), but particularly in the snow. And he definitely stands out: 45 lbs of jet-black lab/spaniel, bounding about in the white snow. Daffy Dog.. Being a fairly wet snow, his paw-prints were "documented" all over the yard, scattered all about and looking like a Chinese Menu--or perhaps like one of those Family Circus cartoons where he traces one of the kids' circuitous paths from Point A to Point B, stopping all along the way to check out whatever..


So. A nice peaceful weekend here at chez Roundly. The kind you almost wait all week for, and are over much too quickly, but the effects of which send you into the coming week in just a little better stead. Eventually, it'll be Friday again, and hopefully a weekend just as nice as this one.