With only five days of January left, I can hear the screams of
delight for miles around. January is a terrible
month for almost everyone: the excitement of the holidays gone, the
weather dreary, and nothing exciting to do. Of course this year, it’s been a
little worse than dreary. We’ve had a lot of snow! More than most people want. I
just happen to be a little “different,” because I like it. But I won’t elaborate
for fear of being called names that I’d rather not hear.
At least it’s not so dark when it snows. Sometimes the gloomy days
affect me in a negative way. This afternoon, I was visited by the vivid memory
of a family funeral long ago at the end of January. It had been dreary the
whole month and snowed a lot - like this year. On the day of the funeral, I clearly remember passing
huge piles of dirty snow along the sides of the road as the long, black, salt-stained
limousine carried our family slowly toward the cemetery.
It’s odd the things the mind retains at stressful times. When we
got out of the car at the cemetery, I watched as people carried dozens of beautiful flowers
inside. I thought, “Those can’t be real! Flowers don’t grow in January!” It was almost like a dream - a depressing scene
that will live in my memory forever. And keep repeating on dark days...
If I could choose, I’d opt to die in the beautiful, sunny month of
October.
But not this October! Photograph by Ron Jones~
3 comments:
you do seem to think about bad things on dark days. I watch tv all day and sleep on days like that.
you'll never die peg. your beautiful words will live forever. sam
What a sweet thing to say, Sam! Thank you!
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