Tuesday, February 03, 2015
Will I Ever Learn? - Snowbound Enthusiasm
Well, I suppose the old adage holds some truth, that time does heal. I have forgotten the feelings of frozen fingers and toes, the soaking wet freezing mess that goes down your neck when snow falls off the roof onto your shoulders. And mostly, I have allowed the pain of that experience to fade and am ready for another go! What? Am I crazy? Or maybe I am not alone in this child-like delight in a blanket of snow on a winter's morning.
The truth is that it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good, and even in the most adverse of circumstances there is something we can marvel at if we have a mind to try. The old story is told of two men who looked out of the same prison bars, one saw the mud and the other the stars. It is all a matter of perspective and, awful as it was, those terrible days of March 2013 did pass, and dear Maggie, our grand-daughter, is doing well now and we love her very much. My wound did eventually heal and I did get to Southampton to be alongside Diane.
And I wouldn't mind if it snowed tonight! Do you think it will? Oooooh - how exciting is that?