Home notes, March 1st, 2014. 11:50 pm. Sleet falls amongst the snow.
Ticktickyticketyticktick
...is the sound of late night loneliness. Icy beads pecking on the panes, little metallic fingernails tapping the glass. Laying in bed with only sleet and house murmurs as companions. With no one around as distraction, a restless mind wonders if something is trying to enter, or beckoning it to come out and play.
The sound of sleet falling onto silence feels too loud to bear. Mournful bellow of a train, a mechanical buffalo separated from the herd, comes as relief.
Slowly sinking into the genteel coffin of the bed, listening to myself breathe. I'm hoping I do not become entombed in ice. Experience has taught me that this too shall pass. My heart remains hopeful. Experience has also taught me that the sounds of winter are to the soul what famine is to the belly: they engender gratitude for the feast.
04 March 2014
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You've had a rough winter. I'm ready for some spring buds to dispel the cold and the overcast days. Break out of the ice, man.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, the ice permeates across the globe, doesn't it? Hurry Spring, hurry please....and feast we shall.
ReplyDeleteIt's the hot water bottle that pulls you through yanno! I got lost today and found daffodils pushing through hedgerows all through Carlow - it's here :) :)
ReplyDeleteGood idea! Here in Kansas City, we are still shaking off some late snows, but the flowers are starting to wake up. Huzzah!
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