I’m not one to wax poetical about the weather, to write an ode to winter, or to capture the images of spring. I accept the weather for what it is, and I simply wait for the seasons to turn. Sure, I have done my fair share of moaning about the snow this winter, and ok, fine, maybe I’ve put an expletive in front of the word ‘boots’ a time or two. For the most part, though, I can accept the current atmospheric state.
However, yesterday, I remembered another life.
I was washing dishes when I glanced out our kitchen window. There was our lawn, green and not covered in snow. The peculiar sight of green grass brought back a flood of memories… memories of a different life.
There was a time, not so long ago, when we walked in the door after work and school, tossed our backpacks and purses on the floor, grabbed some juice, and headed out to soak up the sun. In the past, we had another life full of sunshine and fresh air, bike rides and long walks. A life where neighbors used to greet us and make small talk while they washed their cars. In this life, the girls and I raced home from our busy days to play with sidewalk chalk and bubbles. We ate dinner quickly so we could rush back outside to soak up the last few minutes of sunshine. In my memories, this old life was carefree, full of light and joy.
I had forgotten our other life. We have been stuck in this life for so long. This life of dark days and long winters and way too much snow. In this life, we don’t rush home from our busy days.. We plod in the house, exhausted and cold, to remove our coats and boots and hats and mittens and scarves. Stuck in the house, we color and read and play games and try to laugh. Together, but frozen in this constant state of winter.
Today, I remembered another life.