Sunday Secret

fogThere are nights at the beach that the fog gets so thick that I can’t feel my own heart beat. It creeps in slowly and settles in aggressively like a bad cold, waiting to steal any zest for life that may be lingering. I’ve always thought of the thick misty air as a manifestation of the unsettled feeling I have in my bones when winter comes, however, this unsettled feeling comes with just the slightest amount of reluctant excitement.

Now is the time for cozy, is what I think over and over again as I struggle to see the old man across the street, obscured by the blanket of haze, waiting for the bus.

I long for and am repelled by the damp evenings of winter because, along with the dampness, stillness comes. And stillness has always represented my longing for movement. To clean every nook and cranny in my house. To clear out all the unknowns that lurk in my chest. To wipe away all the things that aren’t necessary and burrow down under a blanket until the sun shines again and I no longer have an excuse to bury myself in eerie silence.

Mind the Chilly,
Hyacinth Hunker Down

2 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. midlyfemama says:

    I think winter, with its dark and cold and stillness, is a beautiful yin to the yang of the unrelenting heat, humidity, and all the noise noise noise of summer. We need both to appreciate it all. We are actually smack in the middle of My Favorite Time of Year, Autumn. The sun, the crisp air, the KAPOW of fall colors and crunchy leaves under your feet in the woods. It smells exactly perfect right now.

  2. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    Cozy time.