Comic Books, Cameras, And the USS Enterprise

I have come to a conclusion. 

I am a nerd at heart. 

    Many of you may already know this, but there aren’t very many things that make me happier than sitting down with a Harry Potter book, or a group of friends for a game of scrabble. I came to this conclusion today, while I was expected to be helping with chores outside, but instead I was lying in the snow, getting sat on by my huge yellow dog. And by sat on, I mean sat on. Literally. He sat his huge self down right on my stomach, making breathing a difficult task. 

    Yesterday I spent about three hours playing with my Nikon D200. Running test shots, and introducing myself to the camera, its many black buttons looking menacingly up towards me. Figuring out the modes and functions is a daunting task for those of us who tend to “Think” that we are technology savvy.

    Between creating posters for the schools drama group, and flipping through my collection of old superhero comics from the 1970’s, I would say my afternoon was well spent. Lennon lies in my lap, curled into a ball, tired from his adventurous day of running around outside in the second snowfall of the year. Speaking of which, have you ever noticed the while driving outside at night, in the snow, if you turn your brights on every snowflakes come hurtling towards you at un-imaginable speeds? To me they look like stars which makes me feel like I am Captain James T Kirk, flying my way through the galaxy in the USS Enterprise. Weird. I know.

   Tonight is Thursday. Thursday is Scrabble night. I plan on dominating. Again. 

The clock strikes 4:46 and its finally time to go downstairs and retrieve some coffee, or chocolate, or something. Either way, its time to take some more pictures.

Blankets And Tearful Tea Leaves

The smoke curls endlessly off the tip of the incense stick as the loose green tea leaves steep in the small blue teapot beside me. Today, my yard was covered, blanketed in snow. A huge white comforter over a foot thick. The fall leaves and green grass have been put to rest. I woke up this morning, sure of having school, only to learn there was too much snow, and it needed to be cancelled. We went from zero to everything, in just one night.

Lennon had never seen snow. He shook violently as I pulled him out from under the snow blanket, snow-flakes falling over his face and eyes. He sat in my arms and shook, letting out the tiniest audible noise. He was less than enjoying himself. I don’t blame him. Who likes snow that is 5 inches higher than the tip of their ears? He now lies, curled up, breathing deeply as he softly purrs, eyes closed.

Outside, the sky is a dark hue of blue, the trees shiver as snow jumps from their branches. Someone walks to the front door, I know this, because the snow beneath their feet is crisp, and makes a crunching noise as each foot falls to the snow covered wood. The trees hang, heavily laden with snow, their branches straining to rest against the white ground below them.

In the words of William Sharp, “There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.” Winter is beautiful. Yes, it is cold, and it is harsh. But winter is misunderstood. Winter is one of the most beautiful seasons, its snow sparkling as light touches the face of the blanketed ground.

This evening I curled up with my brother and dog, tears streamed down our faces as we came to the end of the movie Marley And Me. Both of us, laughed, trying to scare the tears away by pretending to be happy, the tears ran, but not away, they ran down our faces and continued to return. The dog slept quietly on the floor, his snoring muffled by the thick brown carpet.

Today, was a beautiful day, in the long run, weather doesn’t really matter, but it doesn’t hurt to have a glistening blanket covering the ground. To look out and see a million tiny stars decorating your front yard, to smell the fresh crisp smell of newly fallen snow. Ultimate Beauty.

Nourishment for the Personality

I sit here in this big empty house belonging to my cousins. The wind Howls outside, as does the kettle  on the stove. Lisa Hannigans voice fills my brain. As I sit and type there is a winter storm warning in effect. Fall is over. The trees dance in the wind to avoid the icy pellets the sky has released. Today, it is cold. Puddles of mud, ice, water and snow fill every little corner, as if hiding, just in case the sun decides to make an appearance.

My fingers wrap around the ocean blue cup. Fresh, warm green tea. The truth is, I should be doing homework right now, and in a way, I suppose I am, I am supposed to be working on writing, and this is writing, is it not? I would much rather just sit here, staring through the window that has been beaten by the rain. 

Today is a new day. As Steve Maraboli stated, “Today, many will break through the barriers of the past by looking at the blessings of the present. Why not you?” So, Why not you? It is time for change. Time to start fresh. “How?” you ask? I am not entirely sure, but I can assure you it is a fine idea. Here are some ideas to start.

• Paint walls
• Chop off hair
• Go through clothes (get rid of the dry ones)
• Share feelings
• Be out of the ordinary
• Add the “wow!” factor

My fingers slide across the black keyboard as steam rises off of my cup, Lisa Hannigan continues to enter my head. One moment as I return to the kitchen to put the kettle back on the stove for another cup.
.Minute.
The kettle softly whispers as I return the dining room and sit down in front of the picture window, the dog stares at me with big brown eyes and wet fur as she begs to be let in the house.

I need more colour. More colour in my life. So out with fall, and welcoming winter, creatively thinking of ways to brighten the brightest of colours, white. Winter is on its way, and nothing is ready for the long cold season.

My voice joins Lisas’ and I sing, with a smile on my face, and joy in my heart. Ready for another winter, another Christmas, another time in my life.