Today reminds me of this poem by Christina Rossetti. I used to share it with my students. Wind from a child’s eye.
Who had seen the wind?
Neither I nor you
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
Today I saw some things waving in the wind and heard the wind playing my chimes and this poem got stuck in my head. It was a gentle but cold wind. The kind of wind that makes you wear a coat and really bundle up. Snow is in our San Diego mountains …not a common sight.
I was in a sporting goods store looking for snuggly clothes. I saw people buying warm clothes and plastic sleds and sliding gadgets.
On the rare time it snows in our mountains we San Diegans have to buy all the clothes and equipment and rush up to the mountains to enjoy before it melts. That includes buying tire chains because your last chains fit your old car. Then pray you never have to put the chains on because you might not remember how. The line up the hill is long. Hope you remembered your mittens. You finally get there. You throw a few snowballs and build a snowman. Then head to Julian and squeeze into the Apple pie shop for that yummy pie.
Cold wind and So much more. Winter is here…temporarily.