The first dusting of snow of the season feels like a warning: time to move out of fall mode, time to change wardrobes, time to put the snow tires on the car, time to get serious. It marks a shift and usually catches everyone by surprise even though we’ve been trying to outrun it all autumn.
The first major snowfall marks a whole new chapter. It’s the part in the winter story that marks the rising action. It’s here we start to get inklings of some of the struggles that the characters might be about to face.
As an example, I thought I would share a short segment of me getting ready to go to town after our first significant snowfall. It felt like preparing for a polar expedition and went something like this:
- Shrugged on my longer length down parka and then realized I had forgotten to fill the wood stove. Threw some logs in the fire.
- Rummaged through the baskets in the entrance to find wooly hat and heavy duty mittens. Put on warm winter boots.
- Realized I was wearing boots and would be needing shoes once I got to the office. Back upstairs to collect shoes.
- Walked gingerly across the now icy and snow covered paving stones to my parked car covered in six inches of fluffy, down-like snow.
- Remembered to brush some of the snow away before opening the car door to retrieve the scraper on the back seat.
- Open purse brushes against back door as I’m doing this and fills with snow. Try blowing and shaking it out. Give up and and throw it in the front seat to deal with later.
- Start the car to defrost the windows while I continue to brush down the car.
Fluffy snow from the roof of the car finds the groove at the back of my neck between where my hat ends and my coat collar begins. Remember this feeling from last year.
- Leave the remaining snow to blow off as I drive away.
- Arrive at the office and see that the snow in my purse has melted into my shoes sitting on the top. Think about wearing them wet like this anyway but decide instead to put them on the heater.
- Smell burning. The leather tab at the back of my shoe has turned the colour brown we aim for when roasting marshmallows. The rest of the shoe is oddly soft and wrinkly.
Welcome to winter everyone. Be brave. Be strong. We can do hard things.
2 thoughts on “Winter Sets In…Be Brave My Friends”
Very nicely said… I can totally relate.
We winter people know exactly, don’t we?