01.24.13 I could hear the change coming in the sound of the waves last night and knew the Big Inversion was over. In the dark this morning, the blinking red warning light at the channel to the river was once again visible. We’ve been so weary of the string of frosty icy mornings, crunchy crusty snow, and fog turning hazy brown by the end of the day. This morning the skies are blue, the lake is blue, and at 40 degrees, snow is dripping off the roof. We’re promised several days of new snow, starting the cycle all over again. But, we’re past the midpoint now of meteorological winter. And there is so much light at the end of the day. Things are changing.
Change happens; often out of our control and sometimes within our control. This new weather pattern is a welcome change. It comes in the midst of my change to the new iphone5, leaving the trusty flip top mobile in the recycling bin at the Verizon store. This is on top of having participated in a week-end photography class in which I’ve had to turn off Auto and begin to learn something about the reciprocal relationship of aperture and shutter speeds, blankly staring at all those mathematical fractions in the monitor. I had a bad dream last night in which I was back in high school, having just moved to California in the middle of the school year, and on day one of the geometry class, the teacher made me stand at the blackboard in front of the whole class with directions to write out the proof of some theorem. I had no idea what to do, felt totally ashamed and helpless, and, perhaps, I’m not remembering correctly if it was day one, but I’ll never forget watching tears puddle at my feet.
James Baldwin once said, “People can cry much easier than they can change.”