Snow Day!

Buried under snow, wrapped in warmth.

Up here in the U.S. North East we’ve been slammed by a blizzard driving us from the roads and holding us in place.

I’d almost forgotten what a REAL snow storm looked like up here, and part me wishes I still didn’t. And a part of me misses this miserable white stuff.

It brings back memories of being much, much younger. Of snowball fights, of ugly, ugly snow men, or holding onto the back of my friends car as we slid around icy roads … like an idiot.

My mother tells me that before we moved to America I wanted to come here to see snow.

Man I was a dumb child.

I don’t know what memories snow brings you, if any, but I pray they are positive ones. I pray more that you can create new ones despite the difficulties involved. Even if it just means sipping mulled wine and reading a book while resolutely deciding NOT to go outside.

One guess what I’M doing today.

I’m also writing, have to take the opportunity to perfect my craft and create new tales for you all every chance I get. These stories don’t type themselves after all. And I do think I am very near the end of my next short story.

Of course finishing it means I’m only half done, but halfway to the finish line is much closer than not taking those steps forward to begin with. Every step forward is one less that I need to make.

It’s hard, sometimes, to balance rest and relaxation with the need to move forward because we need both, one fuels the other. So if you take nothing else away from this meandering thought sprawl take that. Rest fuels productivity, productivity fuels rest and if you don’t balance both, both will suffer.

Take care my dear friends and readers.

~S. Wallace