The first question people generally asked after we retired was "where do you plan to travel?". The answer was always the same. There is no place like home. Dorothy understood that after she had her adventure in Oz and realized that the Wizard was just someone hiding behind a curtain and trying to pull the strings in controlling the actions of others. There is no reason to escape to anywhere. The best times to stay home are during the worst winter storms. A back-up generator and loads of well-seasoned, stacked firewood ensure that we will always be more than comfortable. Home is like a sanctuary and I find solace in the nature and the forests that surround us.
Thankfully I do not suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. Some people I know do. The shades of grey in winter makes them blue. Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is a mood disorder subset in which people who have normal mental health throughout most of the time exhibit depressive symptoms at the same time each year. That time of year is most commonly in winter and the onset of SAD begins in the autumn before Christmas. Common symptoms include sleeping too much, having little to no energy, and overeating. SAD is being studied intensively. I do not worry about my mental health much. Maybe I should. Instead I simply go outside to paint if there is no windchill.
The afternoon glow of mid winter forecast that the sun was only going to get warmer with each passing day. It might still be a bit too cold to sit in those comfortable red chairs but those days were on the horizon as well. Snow and ice covered the chairs anyway so sitting there would have been extra chilly as well as uncomfortable. Those grey clouds told the weather story and there was even some instability in those layers of ice crystals. Those embedded cumulus bumps in the grey layers would be more than enough to produce a flurry. This was a fun time at the easel with lots of old paint.
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