It snowed last week in Houston so much that lingering snow remained on our deck for a full five days. I don’t recall snow on the ground during the Deep Freeze of 2021 when the power grid failed and the temperature of the interior of our home dropped to the mid-forties. Perhaps all my energy was spent on not freezing. There was no getting warm until we climbed under a down comforter at night to sleep. It was toasty, except for my nose, which had to stay uncovered so I could breathe.
Here in H-town, we don’t drive well in snow. Our city came to a halt. Children and adults got a snow day. Our neighbors ordered a liquor delivery – a flashback to the pandemic.
In theory, my life was unaffected. My writing closet was ready for my habitation. The power (and heat) stayed on. Nothing had changed. Yet, the blanket of white over the landscape had some kind of an effect on me. I wanted to crawl under the covers and binge something (streaming or eating) with a hot cocoa, or hot toddy, at my side.
The snow is gone, but I’m still in a funk. You can read why on my Wednesday post at confessionsofacreative.substack.com.
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