Photo is one I shot on Friday while walking the dogs.
We have had lots of little bitty snow storms the past week, but this weekend it has been snowing a lot. I walked in it. I’m admiring it now, blowing past my windows, the sky gray and hostile, the wind bitter. Inside, the dog is snoring, the cat is carefully hatching a modem, and all of the book currently in my mind (there are always a lot of them) are lined up in the theater of my imagination waiting for their turns. They’re nudging and poking and trying out dance steps and costumes. “This one? Too much?” and speaking voices. I have a giant cup of coffee and the whole afternoon free to sit at the window in snowlight and enjoy the astonishing pleasure of writing.
I know it isn’t snow, but one of my treasured writing escape ideas is to go to Tofino for the month of Janurary sometime, watch the storms over the ocean from some cozy spot and write like crazy, drinking hot cider at night when I’m finished. Can you bring a dog over the border to Canada? I think I’d need my dog to come with me for that.
Do you have a favorite writing or reading weather? Or a place you’d like to escape so you could write and and write and write?