My head is clearer, I think I’ve rounded the corner on this cold. Zoe slept through the night and woke up singing.
About half of the vanpool commute runs through rural farmland. I love the rolling hills and fields of this landscape, but this time of year is usually not so beautiful. The trees are bare, the fields are empty, with just the dried husks of the harvest, the grasses are dried and brown. If there is any snow it’s just in sad little patches here and there. This is the time of year that I pray for more snow. For the snow that stays after it falls. Bare trees and empty fields look so much cleaner and brighter when covered in a nice blanket of white snow. But today there was frost on the grass and the fields. Each blade of grass was outlined in frost, each curled leaf, each dried seed head. With the low sun, the hillsides sparkled. It was the sort of vision to make me long for a camera, even though I know full well that a camera would never capture it. By now, the frost is certainly gone.
Classes and exams are done here at work, so the students are gone and the library is quiet. It’s a time to catch up on projects that we push off during the school year. Time that we can focus fully on one thing at a time – I’m not always the most productive in that environment, I like interruptions, but I’m looking forward to the change of pace.
My coffee is half finished, and the rest is still warm. I think it may be a good day.