I'm loving these sunny sparkly days of ice reflecting sunshine and the kind of cold that makes staying inside my only choice. I dream of Olympic glory and skiing down a mountain slope with snow flying. I dream of pirouettes on frozen ponds. I dream of rosy red noses, sleds, lost mittens and wet snow gear. All of this is done from my recliner, heating pad on my neck, coffee at hand and a view of stark white countryside, evergreen trees with branches drooping from snow weight and icicles hanging many inches down from the roof. As long as the sun shines, this enforced hibernation is bearable. As long as I can see that life goes on despite weather, age, and this kind of isolation, I remember that they are all simply passing things.
Those spells of long grey days wear me out and they will be here again soon enough. We need more snow but it does have a price. Grey days cause me to bring out the cook books, find a good novel, watch the History channel for too long and hang around in my robe for more than half the day. In other words, I become generally useless and a waste of perfectly good oxygen.
Speaking of Olympic glory, the Russians had a most interesting opening ceremony, didn't they? For all of the computer and mechanical magic, I thought they portrayed the strength of Russia and her people quite well. Strength, courage and endurance would be the words I used to describe everything I saw. And beauty. Lots and lots of beauty, none of it fragile.
For all that I am a product of the Cold War era, I wish we could be better friends. Seeing anything of Russia still feels like some kind of naughty thing I'm not supposed to see or know. Of course, that just makes me want to know more. They are a society on the rise, growing a decade in each years time span. I guess it always boils down to the old cliche, we are different but the same. I get the feeling that the same sort of wildness I sense in Russia is very like the wildness that was once the USA. I do wonder how they will sort it out in the long run.
Anyhow, I do prattle on. Hope you have a lovely weekend. I really must get busy doing something that requires being upright and moving. :-)
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