Today, Sunday the first of March, just about every church canceled services…except mine. The weatherman called for 4-8 inches of snow all day, of course that would fluff over the other four we already had. The temperature got up into the 30os – we almost didn’t need to wear coats. (In fact, a guy a church didn’t wear one!)
Once back from our snowy excursion to church, we noticed the neighbors across the street having it out with a snowball fight. I geared up with three pairs of pants, a tank top, sweatshirt, coat, gloves, scarf, hat, and neon green snow boots. After tossing some powder, the little one’s noses turned a shade too red and they joined their mommy inside. The two guys and I decided to build a snow man, which turned into a fort project, which turned into a mound project, which eventually turned into a sledding hill. A girl and boy from up the street joined, along with my big brother, and a phone-a-friend. Flying leaps, snowy faces, thrilling feats, and unending laughter ensued.
Here on Main Street even though we live close together, we don’t connect with our neighbors as often as we should. Sometimes it takes some snow to bring neighbors together. A smile from a familiar face on a blustery first-of-March-day will warm any heart. The little things in life, the everyday things sometimes matter the most.
Take a moment and consider ice. Sometimes smooth and glassy, other times sharp and cruel. Deceptive in the shadows, yet splendid in the sun. Magnificent inch-high sculptures carved by the wind sit most times unnoticed by those passing by. Glittering ice reflecting the warm winter sun takes one’s clouds of breath away.
The stiff air is hard to breathe, as I stand outside pondering these things.
I love the little things in life. The everyday things. Wonderology.~C.L.H.
Oneword is a handy little website that ignites the imagination by prompting you with one word and 60 seconds to write about it. If you’ve never tried it, or even if you have, give it a click and have a go at today’s word. A little while ago the word of the day was “wealth”, and I came up with this poetic, rather severe sounding tidbit:
The word of the day is the same for everyone. I do not know at what time zone the site is, but it changes sometimes twice a day and sometimes not at all. Despite the inconsistency however, Oneword gives the gears of your mind a nice shove in a creative direction. Feel free to comment with your brain exercise!
As all good quotes should be, I believe that this one is self explanatory:
“The Free-lance writer is a man who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps.” ~ Robert Benchley
A hush, louder than a roaring wind,
winds its way deep into many.
Breaths come shallow.
Eyes stare expectantly into the dark.
A chilling wait, like a thousand years,
freezes those eager for action.
Behind the ancient red barrier,
thespians’ costumes are perfect.
Everyone’s waiting, though not all reasons
are the same. I’m excited for one.
It’s familiar territory.
We hope as one the acts all go well.
Minutes before, some legs were broke.
No luck for us.
I breathe deep. My mind clears and fills with thoughts
so familiar, rehearsed, almost stale.
I’m no longer myself outside.
I interest in
Its qualities abound.
Upon solid ground
Its sole transportation
With some speculation
Was discovered in
Its long abdomen.
Surround a slender
Skeleton. An expert blender
In its habitat
Slithering slyly this way & that.
Into the Mississipping
Out of sight
So as not to cause fright
To an innocent bystander.
While some slander
You can count on the snake.