That nasty Arctic Outflow of very cold air has crawled into bed with a wetter warm front and its snowing again … and I have a head cold. I thought it was my burgeoning allergic-ness to dairy whacking me into an inflamed sinus stupor, but no, it’s a nasty little bug doing a highland fling inside my head (with hob-nailed boots on!)
I looked out from my study window as snow flakes filled the crooks in the branches of the trees and turned the sidewalks white. I could hear the scrunching of the snow as people walked by. I was envious. I love snow, but good sense told me that going out to play with a cold was NOT an acceptable activity…
(You can see where this is going can’t you?)
I scanned my immediate environment. No-one was watching.
As I unsealed the hatch to the balcony, (We closed it off when this snow-stormy weather started) I said to myself, “Self, this is silly. What are you doing!” And Self answered, “I’m going to smell the snow.”
Well … I thought Self had lost it at that point, but after a moment’s consideration I realised Self was right.
So out I went and stood on the light dusting of snow that had blown in under the overhang … and breathed, not too deeply, just in case my head cold was tempted to travel to parts south … and smelled the snow.
… because, sometimes you just have to.
“Cats are smarter than dogs. You can’t get eight cats to pull a sled through snow” – Jeff Valdez