Your Fitness Trainer: A Crisp Wintry Day Remembered
By Olivia Rossi, RN, MSN, ACSM
The snows of last December rendered me two gifts. The first, a photo of our house which became this year’s Christmas card. The second, a poem written as I looked out the window late one afternoon. Something about snow brings out the kid in all of us. That’s what happened to me.
Our cat, Maggie, was six months old at the time of the big snow. She was exploring her world and was only allowed outside under supervision. I just couldn’t help myself. She needed to learn about snow, so I took her out to our front lawn “. . . where the snow lay ‘round about, deep and crisp and even.” I had no sled so I made her one, a toboggan of sorts, created from a laundry basket and a rope. As I pulled her along, a neighbor walked by and told me it was nice to see that I was still a kid at heart. She was right. Maggie didn’t even jump out. I think she was smiling! I know I was.
The next day was bright and sunny in a late winter sort of way. The sun was low, the snow was melting and the tracks of Maggie’s toboggan ride were etched in the field of white. I sat in our living room and looked out onto the wintry scene. We have Icelandic lace curtains in our big picture window and so I wrote:
Crisp Wintry Day
And I looked through the intricate pattern of lace
onto the snow outside
where tracks of toboggans melted into the grass
and hinted of yesterday’s ride.
A finger of sunlight flung onto the field
painted a fiery ray
on the snow where in patches it clung to the rocks
ablaze on this crisp wintry day.
Then I glimpsed at the wall where the shadowy lace
reflected the setting sun
and melting snow merged into patterns of ice.
A crisp wintry day was but done.
Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a new year filled with happiness.
Olivia
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