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| Stars among the snowflakes |
Just one month from today it will be Christmas Day!
How can that be?
It is what it is.
Where does time go?
It goes by.
How does it go by so quickly?
I think the older you get the fast time goes.
I have recently been reminded of the importance of living in the moment by focusing on the present, not worrying about the future and not feeling guilty about the past.
So really then what is the point of recalling what has happened? Why write about past and anticipated events?
My optimism believes that if my musings entertain just one person or writing things down acts as a catalyst for growth, then it is worthy of sharing with others.
I do like keeping in touch, but perhaps a blog post is not the best vehicle.
What ever happened to telephone calls, mailed and delivered letters or just plain sit down face-to-face discussion about ideas?
Perhaps these forms of communication are not gone forever, just on the back burner, saved for special holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's Day and Easter.
Nonetheless, I find myself with a little extra time on a Sunday morning. My planning for the week is already on my desk at school. I have caught up on housework and laundry and cooking. So with this extra time I am compelled to write about the past two weeks in a Northern Ontario town.
What do all Canadians talk about on a daily basis? The weather. This was one day earlier in the week or perhaps the week before:
And yes it was cold. So cold that I wore long underwear, protective outerwear, warm clothes in between and even pulled out a fur hat. The walk to work was exciting and I was thrilled to arrive with rosy cheeks and the satisfaction of a warming hike. And it is promising to be even colder later in December and January. I can handle to weather. The good news is that when the temperature reaches -25 C (not wind chill related) the children are brought inside at school and teachers don't have to stand out on yard duty.
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| The view outside my classroom window |
An early-ish arrival at work usually begins with the reward of a beautiful sunrise. As the days get shorter between now and the first day of Winter, the sunrise will occur later and later and the colder clearer days will bring more amazing colours.
Another sky phenomenon is the night time stars, especially on a moonless and clear night. Amazing. This past week we experienced the most beautiful full moon, which brightened the snow pathways through the bushes and put a sparkle on the snowy landscape.
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| A bit fuzzy, this picture, but you get the idea |
And then like that, the weather changed. Temperatures above zero and bits of rain cause the snow to soften, melt and cooling temperatures created rink like conditions on the roads. Walking became a little more dangerous. As I broke my leg last summer, I realize that a little slip can cause damage to this ageing body, so I have been extra cautious lately.
The best part of melting snow though, is the ability to build snow people. Early yesterday morning, after sweeping the wet stuff off the front deck, I tested the snow. Sure enough it was perfectly sticky for making huge wet snowballs. The result was captured in the predawn light.
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| Early morning snow visitor |
What I did not notice at the time was the slight backward lean of the whole construction. By the time I got home from work, this is how it looked:
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| Oops! Three little piles of snow! |
The whole point of building snow people for me is the moment to moment. The joyous discovery that the snow is sticky. The damp excitement of rolling snow through the fresh wet slush. The determined effort of lifting one heavy snowball on top of another. The run to the fridge to find the just right carrot. The child like satisfaction of observing the finished product, knowing that with warming temperatures and predicted rain, the snow person will not be around forever.
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| Sunday morning comforts |
Now as I recall the moments, I smile. I do hope that your days between now and 2019 are filled with special moments with your family and friends.
Until next time,
Bee Rich