Mondays

Everything is white. Storms always seem to choose one day each year. This year, it’s Mondays. We’ve had a snowstorm almost every Monday for the past two months. Not that I mind. Snow storms are a bit like power outages (sometimes they happen concurrently!) in the sense that they interrupt the pace of life as it has come to be. Sure, we could get a generator. Or go trekking in the 2-foot-deep snow. But I’d rather slow and catch my breathless breath. Light a candle. Watch it flutter. Be slow like the cold just outside the door. Even the cold isn’t idle. It holds the same pace as a lazy summer day. Different source, same outcome. Whatever the impetus, slowness gives space and space breeds music.