I saw the flock of geese again. This time they had landed in the safety of a veteran’s cemetery, hundreds of flat headstones paving the way for their webbed feet. Each goose was turned East, head up and facing the rising sun, slowly marching across the crispy, frost-covered grass. They seem to not know that the meteorologists are calling for snow this week.
Whether we will actually get snow or not is another question entirely. While they say it will come this afternoon, the clouds seem lofty and unsure. The sun peeks through in places taunting us with yesterday’s fifty degree temperatures. Will it really snow tonight? Will the geese have flown to someplace warmer by then?
Before my coffee in the mornings I find I am awash with the blues. It frustrates me because I want to be happy. I pass a kid on the side walk who is standing on one foot, his right leg folded over his left in a sort of teetering number four while he cleans something out of his shoe. I want to find this funny, because it is, but no smile comes. I hate my brain for this.
Then I have my coffee and something clicks and I start to feel normal again. I wonder if anyone has ever done a study on this – the effects of caffeine on depression.
In other news there isn’t much other news. Things feel like they are inching forward and Husband and I are standing at the sidelines screaming like crazed NASCAR fans - as if that will make things go faster. Spoiler Alert: It won’t.
The good news is it’s February and that means next month is March and so spring is really just around the corner. My appointment with the psychiatrist is next week and then Husband and I are going to spend a long, much needed weekend away in Washington, D.C. I suppose we could have waited for cherry blossom time but frankly both of us have the travel bug pretty badly. New York City is the furthest I have gone in year and it just doesn’t feel natural.
It’s days like this I wish I could just be rich already.
Oh but really - wouldn’t we all?