Those who’d like to participate in Five Minute Friday will write for five minutes on the topic of the week, post it on their own blog and link up the post here. This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.
This week’s prompt is: STILL
At lunch I trudged out into the November chill, mentally kicking myself for wearing the jacket with a broken zipper as I felt the first blast of the wind coming off Boston Harbor. Like everyone else in the city, I was scurrying from building to building because my winter tolerance hasn’t developed yet for the year. We just received our first little burst of snow last night, which was quickly erased due to not-warm-to-us-but-warm-to-snow sun this morning.
The stillness that is New England in winter is beginning to settle. The light is a bit more dim, even in the middle of the day. The remaining leaves are dropping from tree limbs as fast as they can. Life outside is dwindling once more. Life will continue inside, thanks to both heating and lights, and sometime in March or April, we’ll all pop our heads outside in confusion as the sun actually provides some warmth along with the brief hours of sunlight.
Yet despite the stillness, a few things are determined to go against the laws of nature and live according to their own rules. The roses are still blooming on the Greenway. A cluster of white flowers is popping up that seem to survive all winter here in Boston. (I have no idea what they are).
What was stranger is that it’s in one of the intersections that never seems to get any light during the winter months – at Oliver and High Streets.
Just quietly standing there, its limbs dead still because there was no breeze, proudly daring winter to show up.
It may be a bit confused when the holiday lights show up in a couple weeks instead.