Excited energy flows through me when the weather is inviting. Canadians endure long periods of varying, inconsistent weather that doesn’t allow for much enjoyment.
As a child growing up in the country I recall flying around on snowmobiles that stained the crisp cool air with the unmistakable deep scent of methane.
I’m economically aware and concerned, but truth be told, one of my top favourite aromas is nasty gas fumes. I’ll be clear, I don’t want those fumes in the world- I think that my affinity is emotional nostalgia.
Back to what I was getting at- Canadian winters are different now. It seems that snow doesn’t fall when expected and then we get a few blizzards that teeter totter with warm spells. Pitiful results of confused sloppy puddles of snow, ice, water, salts, and mud are what’s left. The warmer than normal December and January months are nice, temperature wise, but that in between, unsure climate is impossible to work with.
No snow for winter activities, too cold for autumn, spring or summer behaviours. Kids occasionally attempt to build snow-persons but produce atrocities covered in mud and a few pebbles, with shoddy snow to mould an askew ball shape, and the unidentifiable, malnourished quasi “person” shape inevitably tilts. It’s sad and cute simultaneously.
These winter days feel as if everyone breathlessly awaits the whiff of spring prophecies to swoop in and save the day; a season to banish depression, remove added weight, free children, and release birds, ducks, squirrels and all critter friends.
I am two drastically different people- grumpy pessimistic winter bear Ana and bubbly kitten Ana that exclaims things like “Look at the flower growing out of the cement! Oh the squirrels are playing- or fighting, how cute. Listen, do you hear that? What bird is it? Wishes!!! Let’s make a wish”. The contrasts are staggering.
So, when “the outside” revives, I too live! I live because I know the cold will promptly return to assassinate the magical colours. Flowers die and birds fly off so soon, too soon. I hold on to each ounce of joy that our sprinting Canadian seasons offer to nourish my soul and heal my mind.
After a whirlwind of a day today, I perched on our step beside my adored child. We gazed at the fascinating perfection of earth’s sidekick, the moon. My Daughter is my moon; we are two separate souls yet made of the same star dust. As Earth cannot maintain its present state without her moon, I too need my moon.
The photo above was taken this evening.
Have a good night. <3
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