Whether we choose to be affected by the weather depends a great deal on where we glean our perspectives. Reality shows bring us life in Alaska or the desert or the ocean. Many of us never get to go far from home and so the day to day drudgery of winter wears on those of us in the northeast. I watch the weather forecast tell me that we are in for 8-12 inches of snow by morning and my joints tell me it is coming before it even drops a flake.
It begins at first as a fine mist almost rain like and then the white dots begin to appear. It is fine droplets at first and then picks up in intensity and begins to blanket the ground with a fresh outlook. Hour by hour goes by and I see outside my window the areas where my flowers bloomed covered in total white. Knowing we are probably not going to get to work tomorrow I watch as my family gets out the snow machines in anticipation of fun rides on the mountains nearby.
As I get older I recall all the fun times I got out and did the very same things, snow angels, preparing for a fun day off to play in the snow and barely sleeping in anticipation of flying across the fields with the wind and cold. Now my arthritic hands don’t work very well and my bones tell me it is time to watch from the window as my grandchildren do those very same things I used to do. When they ask me to join them I fear going out and breaking something instead of havng the bravado of not caring and come what may.
So whether you choose to participate in the weather at large or watch from afar, life’s perspectives change over time and circumstances. My heart says I am still twenty but my body says “oh no you are not!”