Forget the calendar definition of the seasons, winter is definitely trying to muscle in on us this week with our first winter storm rolling in off the Atlantic. It happened to coincide with high tide, which is bad news around here because that generally means sea walls being breached and flooding, and that’s just what happened on Monday.
I used live right by the sea and remember, on the stormiest of nights, hearing the roar of the ocean and feeling the rumble of huge waves as they angrily pounded against the land, sending shock waves through the foundations of our house. It was scary but also strangely exciting. To this day these high tides and storms cause a frisson of excitement in me. I think it must have something to do with the power of Mother Nature when she chooses to remind us of how small and insignificant we really are. It’s humbling, and I think that’s no bad thing.
If you live on a continent of course, you are more likely to be experiencing your first snowflakes of the season. Although I’m not a fan of snow - precipitation is precipitation after all and whether frozen or not, it all amounts to cold and wet – it does seem a gentler way to slip into the season.
All of which segues into this…you knew there had to be a reason for my wiffle about the weather didn’t you?! I was just listening to Isao Tomita’s beautiful interpretation of Claude Debussy’s ‘Snow is Dancing’, or as it is called here ‘Snowflakes are Dancing’, and thought I’d share it, as one way or another many of us up here in the northern hemisphere are beginning to hunker down for the duration.
Have a good weekend.