Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these windows
the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.
In a while, I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,
and I will shake a laden branch
sending a cold shower down on us both.
But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,
a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.
I will make a pot of tea
and listen to the plastic radio on the counter,
as glad as anyone to hear the news…
– “Snow Day” by Billy Collins
I am not usually a large reader of poetry but I like this one. It fits perfectly with my current state of mind.
I am longing for a snow day. A real one with snow so thick and wet even the city buses refuse to move. Snow days, the good ones, force us to stop, force us to celebrate, force us to take a step away from routine. They are bonus days, little gifts from nature when things get so frenzied we don’t have time to think. Or at least, we don’t think we have time to think. Snow days show us we have all the time we could ever need if only we would snatch it. Snow days give us perspective.
I am longing for a snow day. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look as if one will arrive here any time soon.