It's Monday, it's January, and it's snowing in Minnesota. (Sigh) I do like snow. I love its silence. When I walk the dogs at night and the world is muted by layers of icy white flakes, I feel a solitude that is almost comforting, despite the cold.
I always love the moon, but especially in winter. When a full moon tries to shine through snowfall I think of chalk smudged on a blackboard. (Sigh) I miss chalk and blackboards, which have become extinct since I began my teaching career. Whiteboards and markers do not have the same aesthetic quality, and since I am a walking mess my hands end up full of red, green, and blue stains by the end of class.
I have to drive to Wausau tomorrow to give a presentation on the limits of liberty in American history. I enjoy solitary drives, but it is supposed be -30 windchill. (Sigh) The car will be full of blankets as it is during all my long highway treks in the snowbound months.