Luckily I was able to escape the polar vortex of the Midwest this past week. Not to say it wasn’t cold in Boston, but I’m glad I could escape the extreme bitter cold that plagued my family’s lieu this first full week of 2014. Anyone that knows me knows I am cold pretty much all the time. So there’s no possible way I could like the winter, right? Well, you’re 50% right. I absolutely detested winter until about 5 or 6 years ago. One morning in January I was getting ready for work early in the morning. While I started drinking my coffee and staring out the kitchen window, I saw the calm of the winter. It was cold alright but the snow had covered all the dead leaves, grass, and twigs, leaving only the white blanket of calm.
Last weekend I went to Newport, RI for a mini winter getaway. How wonderful it was to feel winter there! I love the snow on the sand, two similar substances with two different psychological feelings. I love the expanse of the winter ocean. At one point we drove along the Ocean Drive, next to the mega mansions that line the shore. I saw one house that was right up against the ocean. I thought about what it would be like to live there. The view from your windows are not the shoreline, the sand, and the seaglass. Rather, it’s pure unadulterated sea. While these images and thoughts may not warm my heart in the cold, they sure calm my mind.