let it snow.

a brief respite during the darkest days.
an interim easing of the workload.
a week of playing with XI-mas treats.
y'know,
winter break.
of course,
right now that's more of a command, really.
as if i could order the season to do as i see fit;
hey winter, break.
and more like a fever, instantly abating afterwards,
and not like a violent action verb.
a little less broken bustedness would be perfectly alright with me.
harvest and maple and i stayed in our p.j.'s all day yesterday.
you could say we came dressed for success.
if success is measured by lazing about, not givin' a flip-
we took a break from taking action.
we took some pictures,
we took our time,
we took nothing for granted.
a lounging lunge into lavish languor, even.
slow motion is still motion,
and not all moves are major.
but what i really want to know is:
what the F* is winter vacation?
y'heard?
sightseeing and hotel pillows hold no treasured pleasure over here.
i'm sayin',
just yesterday alone,
we carried wood,
shoveled snow,
moved cars,
chopped kindling,
read, cooked, sang and danced.
we were busy getting busy,
and we didn't even go anywhere or do anything.
vacation, huh?
that means vacating where you were to be where you're at, yeah?
i'm on vacation from the weak-sauce world of the wrench works for a few..
i'm on vacation from the quiet, and the soft.
i'm even on vacation from my problems, all 99 of 'em.
but i'm right where i'm supposed to be.
here.
in the woodsly goodness, at home where there's no other place like.
...at least three of my friends are on some kind of
sassy saucy soy-sauce asian island,
different people, different places, for sure.
attempting to make speaks in some kind of inflective gibberish,
and doing their adventurous travel thing.
dodging fish paste and hidden temples,
short showers and tropical diseases.
that's not us.
we're barely even bounding beyond the borders of bartlett.
it's just that my car doesn't have a team of huskies to mush,
so getting anywhere easily seems unlikely.
...it's snowing.
a lot.
A LOT, a lot.
in fact,
it's actually still snowing.
as in,
since thursday.
how many more days of snow are scheduled
to swaddle my whole wide small, small world in whiteness?
at least a couple more.
the weather outside is frightful,
the hot hot fire is pretty delightful,
and i actually have no place to go.
dear winter,
break yo'self, fool;
never quiet, never soft.....