Imbolc Valentine Moon
Again, I know it’s a common thread for these later night posts, but the stillness. The quiet of a late February night with thigh-high snow in the yard and temperatures headed into the minus teens below zero again. It is like living far further north where sometimes the winters bump into the beginning of summer and pick up again before the growing season is over.
Yes, and I know it’s crazy, but I like it. Am I tired of the cold and the snow? A bit. Would I live somewhere that couldn’t deliver this kind of season? No. These outliers define us, show the edge of the world toward which we are closest. And it’s not Louisiana and the Gulf of Mexico. No, we align with the pole, the north pole. This year we even shared the polar vortex with it.
I’m hoping we hit #8 on the coldest winters since the Civil War. Remember the winter of 2013-2014?
