The weather’s been pretty insane of late. Hurricane winds, and loads of snow with them. Power went out, standing up outside was a challenge. I held a mostly improvised lecture on astronomy, by candlelight, to keep the spirits of the guests at the hotel up. It was fun, haven’t done that in a while. Got a lot of positive feedback, too. Well, talking about space is pretty much the only thing I’m officially qualified for, so I’d damn well better be good at it.
My skiing, on the other hand, could use more practise. A lot more, in fact. As it is my limbs are still aching from both downhill and backcountry skiing last week. But I’m sure I’ll be back on track soon enough, and I certainly don’t mind the practising. It means I get to spend time close to the snow. Close to Winter itself. Apart from an aching body, last week’s adventure resulted in the completion of (yet another) sonnet:
Come death and walk beside me, clad in white
Enfold me in a cloak of falling snow
In blizzard’s arms encircle me so tight
And teach me things I never thought I’d know
Come bitter cold, sink claws into my feet
Come open up red cracks throughout my skin
Come steal away my body’s precious heat
I’m ready, glad to let the outside in
Come longest night, descend your blackened skies
Remind me that it’s time to build a nest
Give me a break from all that hurts my eyes
Come dark, and grant me time to heal and rest
Come white, come red, come black, and I will thrive
Come winter, and remind me I’m alive
Love and skiing,
Winterdragon
