Somewhere around mid-day it looked as though we were in for a real snow storm. Like being in a snow globe, it was.
I sat in my chair looking out of the window at the snow-filled sky, dreaming of this and that until I dropped off in earnest, to dream of a timber merchant who was trying to cheat me over the price of plaster board, woke in a throat-dry panic and found the snowfall had stopped and the one inch it had formed was rapidly melting. After lunch and after my nap, it was mostly gone.
When I examine my feelings I find that I am most of all filled with relief. Ice and snow are barriers now, rather than challenges to be overcome. But it is pretty, so there is a melancholic tinge of regret in me, wanting the snow to fall and the world to turn white… and be peopled with snow-men and small snow-creatures, dancing silent in the…
But there you go. Other folks can enjoy the snow, and rise to its challenge, and I’ll join Dolly the Mega-cat in a contented sigh, followed by a cwtch and another long dream. I’ll be happy enough to dream along for a few more days. Just so long as my dreams are not all about over-priced plasterboard.
