Snow Day #2

Snowy park trail
The last snow day around here, photo taken on a park trail near my home.

The first snow day of the year is always about getting out for a walk in the winter wonderland. Because this sort of thing happens only every so often, it’s always a treat.

However, this time, because of the terrible cold (in the 20s and teens) and the high winds with gale-force gusts up to 50 mph, going outside for a lovely stroll was not recommended. The conditions prompted the first “frozen spray warning” I’ve ever heard in the weather forecast for those crazy enough to be out on a boat. When I took the trash/recycling out, the experience was the closest I want to know what it must be like to live in Alaska this time of year. So, I stayed inside watching movies, napping, puttering around with this and that, started a new novel, and watched another movie before calling it an early night.

Cars piled up on slippery downhill road
Even a little snow on the streets on my hill is an issue. (Photo from a twitter feed)

Day #2 is clear and sunny, and the wind is gone, but that’s about it. It’s still in the 20s; the sun only expected to warm things up to a relative balmy 35-degrees. There’s still no getting out of my hill-y neighborhood, as sanding our steep roads is not my city’s priority. It’s another day stuck indoors.

So, Day #2 will be about writing. Stay tuned. 😉

So Many Stories, So Little Time

“Woman with Baby Fleeing Across the Moors”
by John Constabl
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I look at this painting and instantly wonder, what is her story?! A myriad of ideas goes off in my mind, like a room full of phones, all ringing at once.

What is she running from, and in such a hurry she didn’t have time to put on shoes? But, she did have time to put on her bonnet and cape…? Her long shadow and practically pure white face, along with bits of her garment, indicate a very bright light behind her, but this was painted in pre-electricity era. Is she running from a fire? And, why does she look back? Is someone chasing her? Or, has someone fallen behind and she can’t see them? Is she the infant’s mother? She might not be. She could be a relative, or even a stranger. Is this a kidnapping?

I start drowning in words, unable to sort through and organize any of them into anything cohesive. If I had enough time to flesh this out, I would have many happy hours (yes, hours!) of plotting, scheming, creating …(sigh). Isn’t inspiration wonderful?


The prompts this week (other than the image) are: if I had enough; drowning in words; the phone trilled.