I awoke this morning to darkness, a great dissapointment after the days of sun we’ve had. I look out of my window now and all I see is grey. The trees hunker under the ice and snow that’s gathered on their branches, they show no signs of life, their aura’s are undetectable to me. The smoke from my neighbours house is whisked away immediately upon its egress from the chimney, no gentle drifting upwards, no puffy, sweet smelling clouds of woodsmoke linger here today.
Inside, my dogs lay near the unlit fireplace, perhaps hoping I will light it and sit there with them, warm and cozy, protected from outside elements. Its tempting, I look into Hope’s deep brown eyes and want to join her, curl up on the sofa with a soft blanket, run my hands over her soft warm fur and tell her my secrets.
I hear the wind blowing around my house and shiver, I know I have to go out soon but I’m not ready to leave the protection of my warm home for the frigid deepfreeze that is Winnipeg.