Of winter's lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer's secret
Deep down within its heart.
~Charles G. Stater
Oscar Peterson works his magic, drifting lazily from the back of the shop. It is chilly, getting dark, and it is snowing. I love the way that man played piano....without effort. With no demands on the listener.
Yes...I did mention , it is snowing. Hard.
For the past two weeks, off and on, the snow has crept down the side of the mountain, getting closer and closer to town. In the mornings, the mountain and it's base would be white, and by afternoon, the sun would chase the frosting back up the side.....only to repeat it's dance a few days later, with the snow craftily making a little progress each time. Further and further down ......
And now, minutes ago, it arrived. Winter is here. It arrived in town about ten minutes ago. And I am not really ready, upstairs...ya know? Mentally. I mean...I really don't feel like doing this again, alone.
I have been writing to a sweet friend quite a bit lately, and one of the things we wrote about was that sometimes foreboding feeling of facing the winter, the Holidays, and the cabin fever , alone. Again. I tend to forget about that in the warmer months. I wasn't prepared to think about it coming again.
And yet......Oscar's piano keeps telling me that it is all good. He tells me to keep it simple. Not to worry so much about the things I don't have.
And so I listen to his music, and the joy that so easily flows from his heart.
And marvel at the balance.....the dance.
I 'm gonna have a good night tonight, singing at the pub. I am going to make it a good night.
After all, it's winter.
Again.
Stay tuned,
I do
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