February 13, 2007
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i am sitting in my fourth-floor walk-up, waiting.... and drinking green tea...
i am waiting for my energy to return since i am recovering from pneumonia, waiting for inspiration to strike for a sermon that i am to preach in class tomorrow in practice for preaching on Ash Wednesday....
but mostly i am waiting for snow. we are supposed to get some, and the sky is gray and leaden enough... pregnant with promise. the birds are different today > you can tell they, too, are waiting. they move about with different purpose, no longer playing or sunning themselves, but eating with concentrated intensity. the pigeons do not roost above me to launch themselves groundward, preferring to huddle together ...elsewhere.
it seems that much of life is a waiting. waiting for the perfect job, the perfect opportunity, the perfect lifepartner... the perfect day, the perfect life... waiting for snow...
i like how it covers things, glazes things over with perfect whiteness. things glisten in snow, even the dingy streets of new york city appear magical, especially with nightfalls of snow, when streetlights cast their glamor over the transformed sidewalks, stoops, roofs... we race for the chance to make the first footprints, to be the first one to have stepped here ever, or so it seems. the Close looks brand new in snow, like the rest of the world. a frozen gift of a second chance.
life is like that > waiting for snow... waiting for that second chance, the chance to change things, do it differently, start brand new... be the first one to make footprints on your new life...
and so i am sitting here, my hands wrapped around a mug of steaming green tea... listening to jazz, dreaming a little...
waiting for snow...
Comments (4)
I am here in miami, but with your post I feel I, too, am waiting for the snow. Actually, maybe I am! WE go to Chicago this weekend. love...
Ugh... I've had pneumonia twice. Drains the life out of ya.
You can have some of our snow. The roads weren't horrible, but my landlord didn't plow the lot, so it took almost 4 hours for the tenants to shovel a path out.
Glad to hear you are better.
Snow is nice and clean looking for the first little while, but soon it becomes dirty, muddy, and something you are tired of. Those I suppose that's true for everything else you mentioned above too.
Lost MY taste for snow pretty early in life :wha:
Missed the school bus as a chile just up from Jamaica and swore to god i was gonna freeze to death in it
Had no clue that there was a SECOND schoolbus that picked up the stragglers, and would've probably sat on that stoop and froze to death if there wasn't another shcoolbus 
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