January Blues

You’re standing at the window, pulling back the thick curtain

Peering outside at the world, brow furrowed with a hesitant look

“It’s snowing outside.”

You pull it back farther, giving me a glimpse of the thick white flakes

Falling heavily, the heavy snowflakes covering the ground in a white shroud

It’s a hot chocolate kind of day, I think to myself, as I listen to the wind howl

The sound is loud, shrieking — a pervasive sound that cuts through me

January on the prairies is a continual fluctuation

We shift between false spring days — melting snow dripping continually, pockets of dead grass visible

And then the frigid winter days reappear — deadly wind chills that can freeze skin, and suck the air out of your lungs

It’s dry apartment air and wind whistling through the cracks

Boots dripping on the mat, and wool mittens drying on the radiator

The sky is concrete grey, tinged with pink

And I know that it’ll snow all day, and well into the night.

Soon it will be spring

And then blessed summer. The words like a mantra.

Giving us hope

Soon, winter will be through, and I can’t wait for that to happen.

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