In winter, in this hemisphere, we bundle up to go outdoors, spend more time indoors and perhaps imitate the hibernating bear. For writers and artists, this is an opportunity. We don’t have to make excuses for doing our art. It is a beneficial thing to have a “hobby” (as others might reference our artistic journey). And, we can write (or paint) about our winter experience!
Here’s one journal piece I wrote referencing winter in January of 2005…time is fleeting, isn’t it?
“This winter so far. We’ve had one week of great storms. By great, I mean huge, all-encompassing storms, restrictive, interfering, disrupting-my-daily-routine storms. I mean continuous snowfall with an occasional interruption of rain, creating slush; then returning to snow later on. Flakes that pulse and whirl during the day; caught in the headlights or streetlamps at night. A shock of soft, large flakes, which, when I awaken in the morning, have merged into piles and drifts. Once plowed, impassable icy mounds, barricaded driveways. Immobilized cars left in garages and carports or buried beneath the impartial snow. Tromping across town wearing layers of clothing. Boots, thank God for boots to the knee–as I navigate icy puddles at the street corners. Sinking down, trudging, slipping, falling, losing things. I contemplate that life is a waning affair and I’d rather spend it with those I love than take the inward journey prescribed by this winter.”
That was my feeling thirteen years ago. Now, today, I search the skies and the 10-day forecast for the much desired and needed rain and snow…it is winter in the mountains after all!
Like place, a season affects our attitudes and behaviors. Winter has a “temperature and a temperament” as another writer has noted. Write, in poetry or prose, about a significant aspect of winter for you personally. If personification is calling to you, try your hand at it.