Snow – Nature’s Anti-Depressant

 

 

It had been a slow week back.  After the rush of Christmas deadlines then two weeks off it was a painful start.  No-one was answering my mails, my interview I was trying to set up for my free-lance job had gone cold.  My writing muse had vanished - I had the inspiration of a gnat.  I lay on the bed in the grey winter light reading old newspapers.  The world turned at the pace of a snail -  its back to me –and I worried if I would ever be employed again or anyone would be bothered to read a word.

The home front wasn’t a lot easier.  Getting up in the dark, the dog still snoring in her basket, monosyllables from the older two watching for the lights of the school bus coming up the lane and Lexi appearing like a clapped out hooker her hair all over the place and furious at the world for making her get up so early.     

When Friday came I even contemplated staying down in the valley rather than a weekend at our winter rental in the mountains so sure was I not to enjoying myself and so guilty for getting such little work done.

Until waking up this morning and the sight of falling snow washed all previous negative thoughts away.  I watched a Greenfinch bouncing about in the fir tree outside my bedroom window and felt his cheeriness transfer onto me.   The snow is falling still and the view is completely obliterated but the trees are heavy with a white mantel and all is in peace with the world.  Tomorrow they say there will be sunshine.

Copyright julesritter January 2008