There is nothing more boring than complaining about the weather, yet when you are living somewhere that is experiencing 50+ inches of snow more than the average winter – like I am – it’s hard to think about much else. This winter has just been brutal. Tori has missed roughly a million school days (and this week she’s on winter break as well), we don’t get our mail at least twice a week, and our trash and recycling haven’t been picked up in two weeks.
Fortunately Tori has been completely charming (I shared this moment on Facebook today: “My daughter just handed me a ticket and then invited me to her room. I had to give her the ticket to go into her room. As I left, she took my ticket again and said, “I’m going to go ahead and make you a VIP.” She then wrote “VIP” on my ticket and sent me on my way.”), but it is still challenging to get all more work done when she’s bored.
The worst thing, though, has been not being able to hike. It’s funny how quickly the hiking became a critical part of my week, and I miss being in the woods fiercely. It’s just too dangerous to hike right now; the trails where I hike are watery – which means ice – and I don’t feel like hiking in the two to three feet of snow that is currently on the ground here.
I find myself daydreaming about spring and summer. Tori has too; she’s particularly thinking about the beach and swimming. I would like nothing more than a nice beach vacation somewhere right now. I wouldn’t even mind if sand got in all those places that you really don’t want sand in.
Because sand is pretty. Check out the work of Dr. Gary Greenberg (used with permission). He’s taken microscopic photos of sand that demonstrate how beautiful it really is. Hopefully these lovely images will cheer you in this long winter. I find beauty makes everything a little bit more tolerable, don’t you?
PS: The title of this post is the opening line of the William Blake poem “Auguries of Innocence”. Here’s the opening stanza. These photos of sand really make me feel like I’m holding infinity in the palm of my hand.
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.