I had thoughts of going out this afternoon - to the library, to the gym, to the store. Two hours ago the sun was shining as I hiked along a meadow's edge and explored a stream bank for signs of Spring. Two hours ago the chickadee and the cardinal were singing. Now snow is falling thickly, a silent, drifting veil of dense flakes. On second thought, I think I shall stay in and curl up with the cat, a mug of hot tea, and a good book. It is very, very quiet in my little cottage. I am missing my grandchildren with a gentle, steady ache that will subside slowly over the next few days.
I have been out in the yard, tilting my head up to stare into the white. As far as I can see there are tumbling flakes and a diffused light that only comes with falling snow. Now I am dry and snug and merely lonesome for small arms and soft lips and the high-pitched chatter of happy children.
5 comments:
awww! ive enjoyed the blogs about the grandkids visit!! incredible words, my heart felt that ache you described...you'll see them again soon =)
I don't mind the snow as long as I am on the warm side of the window!
The soft silence of the snow and the soft silence of the absent grandchildren. Nice.
Hi Pauline. Your grandkids are absolutely lovely and I enjoyed seeing them and being allowed to join in their visit. Still I couldn't help feeling a bit of melancholy as I read 'The Sound of Silence'. It is so true.
When my grandkids leave, it's almost as if their joyous laughter still echoes from somewhere in the distance while nearby there is nothing more than the sound of a swaying branch against the window or the creak of a board on the stair (or was that me knees readjusting to a slower pace?)
m-a: I loved having them here but they were ready to go home to their Mumma and Daddy and their own beds and toys...
Lee -we've had lots of snow and cold this year - a perfect new England winter. I don't mind the cold as long as I can get in out of it.
J Cosmo - there was a poignancy to the indoor silence but I love living alone and don't mind the quiet.
Thanks, Roberta - they are darlings and I love being with them. Creaky knees, eh? Me too! Getting up off the floor gets more and more difficult.
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