Even though I work from home there’s something special about snow days. It’s especially true here where we only get a really heavy snowfall every five or years—enough time for me to forget what half a foot or more of snow is really like, how it feels to step into the unbroken whiteness and sink into it almost up to my knee. It’s so cold right now the snow is light and powdery, and yet when it closes in around my leg I can feel the weight of it. That’s only one of the strange things about snow. It also reflects light so even the darkness is bright. I woke up last nigh and thought it must be morning from the light pressing through the blinds. Then I looked at the clock. Three a.m. I went to an open window and looked out. The cloudy sky meant there was no moon, and yet I could see the whole backyard clearly. Only the solar-powered bird feeder was dark, its photon collecting chip covered since Sunday. Snow also muffles some sound and heightens others. This morning, the real morning, after sunrise, when I went out I stood and listened. There was no wind, no brushing of trees, but I could hear a woodpecker clearly, tapping away at a limb. A rusty female cardinal just below it gave an annoyed chirp.
In spite of the glare—the clouds are gone now and the sun is out, though it’s still bitterly cold—the cover of snow made me want to go back to bed and sleep, to hibernate until things warm up a bit. I can’t go anywhere, at least not anywhere I could drive. I do like to get out and walk in the snow but only for so long. And thought, well, work will really be a relief—a break from the long break, a structured routine to take the place of my unstructured routine. Maybe I’d open up a picture of a nice beach somewhere to contrast with the expanse of snow before I got to work.
Then my boss texted me to say work is cancelled for the day. I guess enough people have gone back to working in the office, or aren’t able to get their home computers going. Maybe too many electrons are stuck in the snow. I’ll take the break. Maybe I’ll go for a walk.
Chris,
There’s just something special about snow days. We long for them as kids. Okay, as adults, too. My daughter works from home three days a week (as do her colleagues) and everyone from her work must have taken the day off because she had very little to do today with only one phone call. Tomorrow, the temps will be above freezing and everything and everyone will be back to normal. The magical spell that only a snow day can bring will be broken. I hope you enjoyed your walk in the snow. Once in five years or so is too long. Mona
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Mona, you’re absolutely right. Snow days are special, and I feel a sense of wonder every time I look out the window and see (mostly) unbroken whiteness. We had above-freezing temperatures yesterday but not enough, and not long enough, to move much snow–and the streets are now slick with ice from the snow that melted and re-froze overnight. I’m starting to get a bit of cabin fever but I still like looking at it so much.
Thanks for the warmth and the light in this post, my friend.
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Thanks for helping warm up my blog, as always, Ann.