January Afternoon


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Everything is asleep around me.  My trees.  My roses and flowers.  My garden.  All waits in quiet patience for a new Spring.  I bundle up to stay warm against the frigid breeze when I go outside for a walk or to do some outside chores.  The wind is reshaping the land by blowing the snow around.  The path that I broke so I could feed the bunnies and the birds is slowly being obliterated by being covered with the blowing snow.

I stopped several times to watch the wind blowing the snow around and carving new drifts.  Somewhere in the back of my head I heard a piano playing gently and it was soon accompanied by a violin playing.  The notes moved with the breeze and the movement of the snow across the ground.  It was easy to be lost in a moment of time.

It’s funny to me how a stroke took a physical part of me away yet opened the door to a mental part of me that I forgot existed.

29 responses to “January Afternoon

  1. Jim, I love these thoughtful and peaceful walks you take around your land; seeing all around you with such clarity. It is like being there and see the birds feeding and drifts being carved.
    This also stood out: ” piano playing gently and it was soon accompanied by a violin playing. The notes moved with the breeze and the movement of the snow across the ground. It was easy to be lost in a moment of time.” How poetic you are.

    I didn’t know you had a stroke but it is not unusual that serious illnesses open doors within you; especially of creative sort and deeper appreciation.
    🎼🎶

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