“No more,” said Rudy, as he set the pace.
The pace in question could only be described as floundering, and once or twice he seemed lost, searching for a familiar landmark.
Not so very long ago, just a few weeks, really, he’d been singing a different tune. “Winter retrospectives can be fun,” he’d opined back then, when occasional patches of ground could still be glimpsed. “Although technically we’re not out of the woods yet.”
Truer words were never spoken…
“It’s like Siberia here,” says Rudy now. “With none of the Zhivago romance.”
In over his head, Rudy’s philosophizing has taken a dark turn.
“Winter can seem like one long, dark movie theater,” he’s taken to saying. “Empty…waiting for the movie to play.”
“Only it never does. And the concessions stand is closed.”
With too much time on his hands and no shortage of imagination, it has begun to feel like Lara’s Theme music should kick in every time we step outside.
We clear it away,
and it comes back with a vengeance,
stretching as far as the eye can see…
Still, there is some relief to be found.
Snow art to contemplate,
and opportunities for introspection.
But in the end, it still tastes good.
And that’s something.