The Blissful Metaphor of this Moment …

A Brittany Spaniel sleeps. The couch a perfect fit for us both. Softly Casey snores. My legs comfortably stretched out as she stays very near, always. My daughter and I often refer to her as a Velcro dog. The gas stove roars warmth while the snow falls. Sunday morning before sunrise and a blanket of white cleanses the rolling earth.

A surprising whiplash back to winter. Burgeoning flowers covered in snow. Thunderous sounds rumble outside my little house on the hill. The weight of the snow loudly sliding off the mighty pines while the world sleeps. A generator powers on and off. Also confused by this March snow. Clocks blink. Power outages. A changing time. A time of change…

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently. And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt, and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” –Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass

Nothing feels quite as it should or as it once did. A question of aging or a world reeling from misdirection? I wonder and worry but for now I will sink into the blissful metaphor of this moment …

“I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then” –Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass