Ever notice how neighborhoods switch into hibernation mode
during the winter? Doors remain shut. Trips to take out the garbage are done in
a hustle. Even shoveling is accomplished with low mumbled grunts and hurried
waves. We crave the nests of our homes. Our caves. However, right about now I
begin to desperately miss open windows. Open doors.
In the summer I drive with the my car windows down. At any
given time you might look over into my soccer mom van and see me jammin’ to
whatever music happens to be on. I’m not afraid to sing to you either. A little
“I want to see you be brave” or “let’s get together and feel alright.” These
days I’m using my window scraper and bouncing in my seat until my hands become
warm enough I can trust them to steer.
So how do we step out of these encasements? How do we dare
ourselves to walk outside in the cold to be pinpricked by the stars, to fall
into our own snow angel, to converse with a lonely neighbor, to listen for
birds (yes, there are still birds out there in winter)?
I think Nike was on to something with the whole “Just do it”
slogan.
Open the doors. There’s a whole world out there! It’s been
missing you.
Do you wanna build a
snowman? ;-)
