The sun is searching for a place to stay

[sovay]

We are estimated to receive a foot of snow in the year's first winter storm, which is busily plastering over our windows as municipal snowplows bang in the street outside. I can't tell yet if staying inside for snow feels altered by this year of staying inside for plague, nine months now and no nice due date to point to. Lately I have been falling asleep in the evenings and waking after midnight when I would prefer to be winding down to sleep. Tomorrow I have to call the kind of bureaucracy that's trying to kill me, not the much rarer kind that I was so pleasantly surprised to deal with last week. I couldn't catch the real sodium-pinpointed wind-blue of the air no matter how I tried, but I liked watching the white sand of the snow blow past our back deck.

Comments

[thisbluespirit]

Then I wish you luck with all of that!

And is indeed a very wintry photograph.

[nodrog]

I have a horror of the White Death, the freezing starving Fimbulwinter, that absolutely precludes any such “enjoyment” of what is genuinely trying to kill me.

Sorry.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Year_Without_a_Summer

[davidgillon]

Lately I have been falling asleep in the evenings and waking after midnight when I would prefer to be winding down to sleep.

I've been doing precisely the same, it makes for a peculiar daily cycle.

Tomorrow I have to call the kind of bureaucracy that's trying to kill me

Sending strength and hugs

[selkie]

Good fuckety, it’s daylight again. Which implies a triumph and a kick in the back at the same time.

*hugs*

[asakiyume]

May you triumph over the bureaucratic killers.

I am about to** venture into that sandy snow to see how our driveway looks.

**in a manner of speaking ... I still have to get dressed.

'Sonic Seasonings.'

[nodrog]

I am delighted to be able to offer you a Yuletide gift that wasn't available before:  Wendy Carlos' groundbreaking ambient tone poem album,

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonic_Seasonings

'Sonic Seasonings.'  This was It before 'It' was - the founding of the genre.  Each of the four seasons is depicted aurally, with natural and synthesized sound:  Summer is insect-droning heat, Autumn is melancholy, crackling campfire and ocean surf - 'Nobody on the beach / The Sun goes down alone' - and… at 1:05:15 - Winter.  Now, with your storm going on, now is the time to put on headphones (and a blanket!) and listen.

Sonic Seasonings

https://vimeo.com/428929978

[ashlyme]

A wonderful picture. I can almost feel the quiet that comes with snow.

Good luck for wrestling with bureaucrats today.

[movingfinger]

The rattling kind of snow, not the soft patting kind?

I wish you safe and warm day, with generous applications of warm cats as needed to recover from talking to the bureaucracy.

[gwynnega]

As usual this time of year, I have snow envy, although (or perhaps because) I have no practical knowledge of what dealing with it is like.