On the eve of November 30th, I breathed a huge sigh of relief because December was on its way, and with it, a brand new month to spill our colours on.
November was a trying month. Lots of hard moments at school, colleagues losing family members, young people in pain. And it was dark-- you can't forget about the dark. It gets so confusing to leave your house in the morning darkness, only to return to the same inky darkness as you are trudging home, on the slippery ice.
We are now only two more days until the Christmas Break, and I don't know that December fared much better.. it has been a strange semester. And, like with every year, the impending holiday never seems soon enough, even though the days zoom by (seriously, how is it that Christmas is seven days away?), and everyone gets a little more squirrelly in their core, the finish line seeming so far.
But. The end is near. (She says to herself.)
The snow is fluffy, and pristine, and untouched.
The four minute walk to school lights my hair on fire, turns it white, and I can't think about anything except for the present moment because it's so cold.
This Friday, if I collapse in a heap of adrenaline that has exhausted itself, at least it will be in the company of friends.
We feed our woodstove lots of food, and in return, it licks our haunches back from the brink of hypothermia.
48 hours left between me and the rest of it. Wish me luck.