A Quiet Reflection on the Nature of Winter
Saturday, December 18 (2021) 8PM ‘A Quiet Reflection on the Nature of Winter’ Two nights ago was the Big Winter Wind Storm of 2021. It took me two days to notice the Big Blue Spruce uprooted by the house on the corner, lying on its side, roots splayed in a circular pan shape. A Standing One at least 50 years old, laid to rest. In 2023 it will remain where it lays today barely changed. How slowly the nature of time leans on the living until the moment of impact, especially in Winter. It seems every town has a place they call the Ponds. At our Ponds, the cattail bogs, already dried out from an unseasonably warm Autumn, are frozen and suspended in windswept animation, completely still, leaning into the storm’s path as it swirled across the plains. In the aftermath came the freezing temperature of winter’s edge, the motionless landscape stopped in its tracks. The edge of thick iced over ponds where the water fowl once sociali...