I have this big dreams of the days when the weather is nice enough for me to just keep on walking after I drop her off, but the last few days have been getting colder and windier, and winter is really on the verge of telling me that it’s time to start driving to save my limbs from freezing and falling off.
What is with this weather, this winter?
Can we even call it a winter?
It doesn’t feel real here in Connecticut.
It hasn’t really happened yet.
That terrible thing, that S word, that curse word of which I won’t speak.
Instead, a week into January I’m stepping out onto my balcony in a t-shirt and hair still wet from the shower, snapping away at this strange, blurry blue sky.
A year without winter is everything I could hope for, it would be a magical, wonderful gift.
And yet it makes me feel this darkness rise up.
The world is ending.
This is probably just one of the signs.
Today was Elise’s second day at her new school, and the second morning that I walked her there at eight in the morning.
It was FREEZING yesterday, so I hustled there and back as fast as I could before my face froze off, but today was a bit more mild and I enjoyed the short walk back from the school and looked up a lot of the way – studying the treetops and the directions the clouds were taken in.
Then I saw the tree on the corner of the street across from our house.
It’s a monster of a tree to go along with the big yellow mansion of a house, and it just screamed SHOOT ME so I did, and probably will again and again.
It occurs to me that one of the biggest challenges this 366skies project is going to pose for me is a variety of shots. I just don’t GO many places. But then, that’s also the great thing about the project – the sky is there with me wherever I go, and wherever I decide to stay.