Snow and More Snow
The highlands of Scotland loom large in the imaginations of writers and members of the diaspora. For those who are curious, here is a perspective on life on the edge of the North from an American from the heartlands.
Most people when they think of the Highlands think first of stunning scenery --well, maybe the Clearances or tragic history comes first to mind, but scenery certainly is right up there. As well it should be because each season offers spectacular views both on a giant scale of double rainbows arching over the sky and shimmering above the water or golden light exposing tiny clusters of red beads or the last gorse blossoms of late summer. Within an easy walk of my home I can find stunning vistas that even a duffer with a point and shoot camera can make look like art.
The sun, in its brief course today will melt the edges off this leaf, but I caught the early morning shiver as we walked along the hedgerow. The sun stays flat this time of year--people call it a lazy sun --because it never gets very high in the sky. Dark lingers until 8am; sunset by 4pm. The leaf and I both have to make the best of the lazy sun. If you look carefully, you can see a hard working, chilly caterpillar on the bottom leaf. No doubt he is waiting for the sun as well.
I have been galomphing along at a frantic pace. All the things I chose to do, I enjoyed. I don't regret a single one, but saying yes to things inevitably means saying no to others. That's what I regret all the things that had to be set aside as I moved at what seemed a snail's pace through a whirlwind of activities.
We all have them. Shadows on the heart. Those spots that when you run across them much like your tongue running along to find the wobbly baby tooth, you give a little sigh or shed a tear or shrug your shoulders against a sudden chill. As adults we like to think that children are immune, but with children each disjunction in their young lives is loaded with existential angst. The world is new and fragile and any misalignment is fraught with the terror of the unexpected.