Another frosty day, but bluebird skies above. Colors a bit more vibrant. Possibility of flurries tomorrow… maybe micro installment toward a snowy winter? Sunday sunny again, but cold enough to preserve the thin covering of snow plus any new powder that falls tomorrow. Incremental wintering! Barely enough snow in my boot treads this morning to melt into puddles upon arriving in the icehouse where this welcome mat greets me. And now it greets you. Winter welcome to the Rosslyn icehouse!
Cold outside. Warm inside. Breezeless, for a change, outside. Slightest whisper of warm air kissing my cold cheeks inside as the ceiling fan circulates the now anomalous icehouse air.
Crossing the threshold upon entry, landing on the welcome mats — there are two, one at each door — offers a super subtle affirmation (sensory, on foot soles, and auditory) that I’ve arrived in an environment where I belong. It’s a return. A homebase. A sanctuary. I can think and write and read and create better here. Wed to the winter world beyond the windows, and from anywhere and everywhere within the icehouse the exterior is invited inside with plenty of porosity on all four elevations, I’m nevertheless inside. Inside a protective space. Inside history and hope. Inside my imagination. Inside this Friday moment, this meditation. Inside this winter welcome.
Enjoy your weekend.
What do you think?