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Whiteout

January 25, 2010 - Jennifer Brookens
That is how my mind is looking as I try to write this blog. As white as the roadway and countryside looked today as I attempted to make it out of town, but forced to retreat. My mind so empty, I can almost feel the breeze blowing in one ear and out through the other as it rattles my windows outside. (My fingers frozen not only from the cold, but not having any idea of what to type.)

There were no specks of color or shape to break up or pinpoint where I might be. The path ahead is there, yet disguised with swirling wind and snow, sharply blowing in my face and howling in my ears trying to scare me away. To get to where I need to be, I can either chance it and barge ahead bravely, or wait for the storm to pass as it always does.

But this season, these storms have been coming through way too often and bringing too much chaos and misery. No way to escape it when the roads are closed and the snowy blinds remain in place. Turning us against each other, even ourselves, the relentless winter pushes all of us caught in its cold cruel grip.

I may be frozen, blinded, and unsure, but I will not give up completely. The path is there, wanting and waiting to be taken. And no storm or season lasts forever.

(Guess there was something on my mind after all.)

 
 

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