Change seems to be the steady state here. Wow! Sometimes I feel like I am on a roller coaster, in a Zen sort of way. Maybe I just do not notice the peaceful days so much and then, as if walking on a beach, the tide comes in and washes away the sand under my feet. . .

But today I am in the ski resort, not at the beach. It’s calm now, after a windy day yesterday. I think we got 3.5 feet of snow in the past 2 days. It’s supposed to snow more today and perhaps some tomorrow. This may be more snow than I have ever seen here except the first time I came up to Kirkwood. I don’t know though–it says we are nearing 500″ this year, but I think I heard that, before ‘global warming’, KW used to get 700″. . .maybe I am totally wrong on that? Of course, that 500″ would likely be on the mountain tops; not here in the yard. Here, the snow in the yard is taller than me. The highway is closed for a 30-mile stretch.

There is some beautiful drifting due to winds. Sculptural. The deck has 2′ tall mushrooms on top of the BBQ grill and the lamp shades. It looks like a giant mushroom forest, as none are discrete objects–the snow just glides over it all in a big blanket shape. Wish I was a photographer.

Outside of my office downstairs, the peaks and valleys of snow as it swirled around have settled into what look like white sand dunes. Quite beautiful. I suspect the wind will return to rearrange it all.

The decks are full to brimming, and the front walk and lower porch outside my office are about 3′ deep. The snow is beginning again, but no wind yet, so the world is quite beautiful. . . It’s so weird that my views are blocked even outside my office, where the drift obstructs everything but the upper part of trees. . .

The stereo here does not work so the silence can be deafening, as I go through many thoughts, sifting, sorting. . . . luckily the house is quite nice. The whole world is moving out there off this mountain–I hear it is spring, elsewhere— but not here. Not much stirring going on–just lots of thinking.

I guess this kind of snowfall is not abnormal here. . . People don’t exclaim over it, but some are beginning to complain, wishing spring would arrive. . .

I feel the same abou tlife–ready for spring, tired of winter, tired of winds, longing for daffodils.

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