slow sunday morning iv
It's 12:47pm, but as long as I'm still on my first cup of french press, it still counts as morning to me. After a week of drab chilly weather but no snow to prove it, we're finally getting a steady downpour. It looks as if all of the tree branches have a powder coating on them. It's definitely not sugar though.
Listening to Dreaming Out Loud by Dear Nora, one of my favourite artists of all time, if not the favourite. It's very reminiscent of these kinds of snowy days. It sounds like a teal and orange sunset, the kinds that only happen around this time of year onwards. It sounds like the long walk home, just for a few extra minutes of listening. It's got that melancholy effect to it, squishy fall leaves that are softened by wet snowflakes. Snow never settles for long back home, perhaps it's the Lake Ontario effect.
My favourite seasons at home are the ones I'm not there for. I can find a lot of those qualities here, but it doesn't beat it. I love the silence of winter, taking walks in the snow late at night, the running of the nose. Being the first to make your mark in a sea of fresh snow, and even more so, following someone else's snow steps perfectly. It may look as if only one person crossed through, but you just can't tell how many people went through in their wake.
I love the relief of coming inside from a particularly heavy snowfall, and even more so, sharing that relief with others. It's a seasonal type of small talk, condemning the cold, offering each other's frozen hands to feel, as if looking out the window isn't enough to prove the weather.
From my window, I can see everything now. Most leaves have fallen, leaving a clear view of the walking paths across the way. The few people walking by have their hands stuffed in their pockets, hooded heads bowed down as to not get snow in their eyes. I'm sure they just can't wait to get inside, warm. This is what I really enjoy about winter. The highs and the lows are amplified.
One person is running by, donning only the running gear. Runners never change, no matter the season.