brown

They predict we are having a brown Christmas this year much to the marvel and horror of many.  Doesn't bother me at all- I grew up with weather like this on the holiday- feels like home.  I like the clarity of light that shines through bare branches unencumbered by leaves or piles of snow.  I like the peacefulness of clear passage- the sureness of adequate traction and the straight forwardness of just going where you want without an extended preamble of defrosting, scraping and shoveling. 

But on a different level, I realize how much I've come to take cues from weather conditions on the pacing of days.  I wasn't aware, really, how I depend on the winter weather to slow life down.  Without a snow storm to dictate that we all hole up somewhere until it passes, I find I'm still buzzing along at a time when I have come to rely on the intervention of inevitable precipitation to mandate rest.  If I want it this year, I'm going to have to fit it in myself- no clouds on the horizon promising anything.