Living on the fringe of light and dark.

Saturday morning, coffee, egg on toast and the background noise of the washer/dryer.
We are expecting another snow storm tomorrow. So far in March, we have had three NorthEastern Storms, which flooded parts of Newburyport, left most of Essex County without electricity, and brought down branches and trees all over.
I am tired of this weather. I am tired of being a good yankee, and smiling at the storms. I no longer fill up the bathtub with water (we are on a well), no longer run to the crowded supermarkets to stock up with necessities of life, and rent videos from the town library.
I sit and quietly read and occasionally photograph the snow, the trees and still live portraits of my desk, possessions, and even my feet.
I nap when the sounds of the wind grind into my head. I watch trees limbs sway and dance to the winds. Sometimes, I will draw with my colored pencils. Sometimes, I just sit and think.
I like the isolation. The self focus is extremely amusing.

I see the promises of spring all around me that spring is near. I so want to have flowers blooming outside my windows. Feeling the soft breeze coming into the house, after the stuffy house has been shut up, closed up all winter.
I want to go barefoot in the yard.  I need to dig into my gardens. I need to become strong again.
I need to laugh out loud again.