Nan, in her
blog All the Good Names Were Taken
wrote about the gloom that accompanies the grey, bleak days of winter.
I love these
grey days, when there is snow on the ground, there is no color and the world
appears in shades of grey, and the wind is blowing creating a wind chill that makes you want to stay inside. This is the type of day to set no expectations,
but to do whatever feels good in the moment.
It is a day for reading, or watching TV, or sleeping, or cooking, or
drinking wine, having sex, taking a nap; or all of the above. On these days nature rules, and we can stay
by the fire and let nature have her way.
Another
thing I like about these days is I don’t have to see people. I am like the badger in Wind and the
Willows: “I hate company.” Actually, I can tolerate company at short intervals;
but I always feel other people around too long are and intrusion.
I actually don’t mind being alone. There are times I have relished being alone
in the north woods in the winter time.
I have often hunted alone, camped alone and fished alone – always dreading
the encroachment of other humans on my privacy. Those days of chosen isolation are gone now
that I am married, and that is a small thing to give up for the love of a
woman. My wife and I have never been separated
more than a few days in thirty-five years.
However, we both hate company and value the alone time we spend
together.
And what
better alone time than a grey mousy day.
the Ol'Buzzard