It's sneaky spring!
Today's one of those days that pops up in the dead center of winter. Out of nowhere, the biting wind turns into a cool breeze. The sky lifts up high, an airy blue with the thinnest layer of cotton clouds.
It's a perfect walking day.
There's only one problem -- this little blister on my leg. Yesterday, I admit I ignored the warning signs. But winter clothes and school bathrooms aren't the best combination for making leg adjustments. Plus there's always Murphy's Law (the prosthetic version): A readjustment might make it worse.
So today, I'm spending a legless afternoon at home. Insert sigh here. At least the windows are open!
It's been a long, heavy winter, and it's only half over. Earlier this week, that darn groundhog somehow saw his shadow. (It must have been from the TV spotlights because on that dark rainy day, I sure couldn't see mine!)
Last night, when I watched the national news, I texted my brother Andy in Chicago. "How are you guys doing in the snow?" I asked.
He sent me back this photo, with a side of sarcasm...
We should take a lesson from Chicagoans, who have a funny, sunny way of facing winter.
|...Don't mess with the Bumble!|
And the weather may be abominable, but my friend Annie makes the most of it too...
With all the heart in that windy city, you'd think the snow would just melt already!
Despite the weight of the season -- and all the dismal things it brings with it -- Mother Nature still delivers a few surprises.
Here in Philly, we had our own snow day last week. They'd predicted up to 22 inches with blizzard conditions, high winds, and deep drifts. Schools were closed. Appointments were cancelled. The trains went on a Saturday schedule.
|So I headed out, of course :)|
By amputee standards, it was the BEST SNOW DAY ever!
I found the best parking space on the street. I trekked the city on dry, empty sidewalks. I tutored at Starbucks instead of the school library. (Turns out, math is much easier to swallow with a Frappuccino!)
The dusting of snow stayed on the grass, and the crowds stayed at home. It wasn't exactly spring -- temps hovered around 25 -- but the openness of it all felt refreshing. There was space to breathe.
Winter's a season of confinement. I usually stand at my windows and look skeptically at the white sidewalks. I grind my teeth when I hear the whistling wind. I don't dare set foot outside alone.
And instead, on our first snow day, I got a brisk walk under a hopeful pink sky. It was my own sneaky spring.
So today, at Mile Marker 2486, I don't mind staying in. The windows are open. The sun is shining. Like winter, this leg stuff too shall pass.
Anyway, there's more snow predicted for tomorrow. And probably for this weekend as well. Go ahead, meteorologists. Bring on the doom and gloom. Because behind those weather forecasts is just the tiniest sliver of doubt.
If a blizzard can drift pass Philly with barely a dusting...
If the groundhog only sees his shadow in the light of TV crews..
If we just keep looking toward the sun...
Can spring be far away?