Winter Rooftops Embroidery Painting

The winter gives us license to hibernate as Mother Nature gets her beauty rest.  The animals hibernate, the birds migrate, even the sun decides to knock out early, essentially it’s Mother Nature’s equivalent to Paris in August.  If you really need something, it can be found with a little digging, but for the most part everyone is on vacation. 

I have absolutely nothing against the winter.  My pale skin and genetics leave me predisposed to the cold.  As my interests seem to hover around the more nerdly, sedentary spheres, it gives me ample opportunity to “get stuff done.”  (I defy you to try knitting in August). 

When asked about my favorite weather, I have to admit that it’s snowing.  Not snow per se, which gets slushy and muddy as time progresses.  Although it doesn’t bother me, seeing feet and inches of snow on the ground provides no great thrill (I’m not a skier * see note on sedentary lifestyle).  I just really like snowing.

You can feel the change in the air as a snowstorm comes.  The usual dry, crispness adopts a strange tint of humidity.  The pressure changes just ever so slightly.  And then it gets quiet.  It’s almost like the sound of a giant salt shaker dropping its contents, minus the sounds from the container.  And as It coats surfaces, they become white and pristine with just a touch of glitter.  Everyone slows down.  It’s quite beautiful.

Later, when the storm ends, children will be playing in the street, cars will be dug out.  But for that moment, however brief, there’s a collective breather. 

This image was taken from my window.  I may never be able recreate it again.  I haven’t tried, and probably won’t.  It deserves a little reverence.

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Comments

[Melissa]

What a lovely winter scene! I too love winter!