We locked solidly into mid-winter in this neck of the Hundred Acre Wood. But something felt different when I was out for my first walk this morning. I dunno quite what it was and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it either. Maybe it was the way the sun was rising in the morning sky. Maybe it was the warm yellow glow that was covering us. Maybe a tilt of the axis awoke something in my head. Maybe I just don’t know but something felt different.
The best way that I can explain it feels like we are starting to shift gears from mid-winter to late winter. That may not mean much to someone who lives where it only snows occasionally or it doesn’t snow at all. But here on “The Frozen Tundra” (as Miss C calls it) it’s a game changer. I think it’s one of those primordial senses that evolved with Neanderthal man and now it’s deeply buried in our sub-being.
Then again, all I have to do is drive down home if’n I want chat with a Neanderthal man and see if I’m right on this one. I’m sure a number of my kin down there would definitely qualify as a Neanderthal.