I don’t know quite how to describe my walk this morning, eerie comes to mind; definitely lonely. I had made a rather hasty return home from the cottage yesterday afternoon after considering the upcoming storm. I knew that if I stayed up there, I’d be awake all night worrying that the snow had started and that I’d end up stuck on the highway at dawn. So this morning about 8:30, before it started snowing, I set out, determined to get a walk in before the walkways remained impassable for days to come.
So why eerie or lonely, you ask? All a feeling brought on by the cold and raw foreshadowing of the impending blizzard. The houses felt uninhabited, abandoned, lifeless, not a light shining. The occasional car that passed by seemed to be on a mission to avoid what was to come. A gloom and doom feeling.
And then the mood changed. I stopped in to visit with a neighbor, and as I left his house, the first flakes were in front of me. People were out walking their dogs and we exchanged weather pleasantries (yes, pleasantries). There as a feeling of solidarity. The houses weren’t abandoned or uninhabited any more; lights were on. The storm was beginning; life had returned, a life that didn’t feel lonely or eerie.
So why eerie or lonely, you ask? All a feeling brought on by the cold and raw foreshadowing of the impending blizzard. The houses felt uninhabited, abandoned, lifeless, not a light shining. The occasional car that passed by seemed to be on a mission to avoid what was to come. A gloom and doom feeling.
And then the mood changed. I stopped in to visit with a neighbor, and as I left his house, the first flakes were in front of me. People were out walking their dogs and we exchanged weather pleasantries (yes, pleasantries). There as a feeling of solidarity. The houses weren’t abandoned or uninhabited any more; lights were on. The storm was beginning; life had returned, a life that didn’t feel lonely or eerie.