I have been away from this bog for awhile. Some of my time has been involved with outdoor activities. The activities are not skiing or ice skating. My principle activity has been snow clearing. This winter has been extremely unusual. The meteorologists call the phenomena the "Pacific North Action". The air currents curve from our West Coast up to the Artic and then descend to the warmer waters of the Gulf thereby picking up the moisture. Viola, we have a snow maker.
The snow makes fantastic patterns. Besides becoming concerned about the weight of the snow on my roof and possible leaks there has to be space to find solace. My thoughts ran back to the past when a creative writing professor self published books of poetry. One poem is titled "The Big Snow". My copy of the book is stored somewhere in the attic along with other books that haven't been read in a long time. Maybe I will have time to search for it before the next snowfall or maybe when spring comes and the snow melts. Then I will have words and images to remember this winter.