“How best to survive snow day on snow day on snow day,” I wondered aloud to my brood on this day of slush and sleet. Even when at the ocean, I’m pining for the ocean.
See, I was made for sun.
See, I was made for sand.
See, I was made for sea.
Yet, Snow Days aren’t true Snow Days ’til your brood sticks to your feet, mere traces of that outdoor wandering land–whoosh! Though I more than wished for the white sand of Gulf Shores, the clear slicks of Rodanthe, the wind-torn waves surrounding Alcatraz, I mustered up a new muse of sunny disposition(s) this afternoon. This muse has hair the colour of the Gulf’s sand, eyes as blue and busy as the Rodanthe slick, and breath as frothed with milk as the ocean is with wind. One look at this muse, the little babe singing to me, “momma, momma, momma,” and one more snow day didn’t seem so bad, after all.
When all’s a whirl in snow and sleet, how do you rejuvenate?