It is a basic human fault to complain about the weather. Most of the time it is too hot, too cold, etc. etc. blah blah blah.
In Minnesota our Lord bestow a special blessing that I am increasingly thankful for. Very cold days. This morning it was -13 as I ran an errand to a neighboring town.
On these days human activity slows down. When I had a job, the buses ran a little slower on these days. Fewer people came into the office. The phone rang less. Thus, work I needed to do got done.
Today, I do not have a job. I use this time to get things done that are both important and unimportant. Get lost in a book. Tighten that screw, splice that wire, dust that difficult spot, file that receipt. Read the Bible. Sit in a Church and adore the Presence. Write a letter to my aunt.
Solace. Quiet.
In six months it will be one hundred degrees warmer. There will be more people moving around. There will be requests that I join them in consuming food. Humans will gather in celebration of certain plants, such as the " (insert county name here) (insert vegetable name here) Festival". Farmers will have their markets. New young drivers will experiment with speed.
The level of solace and quiet in my life will decrease as the days grow longer. Not for better or worse, just different.
These days of cold are days I treasure, when I can do simple things like write down these thoughts of gratitude.
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