But dreaming is all I can do.
It’s winter, and this stack of wood outside the Santa Fe home we have rented the past two autumns must be coming in handy to combat the chill of a Santa Fe winter. We’re not there now, but I can imagine it clearly. As I write, snow showers are forecast for the Santa Fe. Next year we’ll be staying through November and celebrating Thanksgiving in a different rental house situated in a bit of a more rural setting. I’m pretty sure we’ll put the woodpile at our new rental to good use in November. And I do hope it snows: Santa Fe can be lovely in the snow.
Are you going to have a white Christmas? I won’t, I’m sorry to say. Although I was raised in the Snowbelt of the northeast, I’ve spent my entire adult life in sunny climates that don’t get a white Christmas. So unless I visited my parents, my Christmases were always sunny and bright.
And yes, snow is a pain to get around in, it’s messy and problematic, as my husband points out every time I wish aloud for that Bing Crosby-Christmas. For me, though, there’s nothing like a beautiful winter snow to make the world all sparkly and new.
I need a little of that sparkle these days. And the quiet peace of a blanket of snow.
There’s been a lot of noise these past months and a lot of nastiness. The idea of years more of this offensive rhetoric (and worse) disrupting our peaceful lives fills me with despair.
But for just a little while, I stare at this beautiful winter scene and imagine the quiet hush of snow in one of our favorite cities. I picture us toasty-warm in front of the fireplace as soft snowflakes drift down. And just for a little while, my spirit is soothed.
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