This being January after a snowstorm, we were most definitely cautious as we began walking on Saturday morning, concerned that we might encounter icy and slippery roads as we walked in the cemetery, but we were pleasantly surprised that the roads underfoot were mostly clear and dry. The side roads were still somewhat snow covered with small patches of ice underneath but nothing that caused us distress. The sky, as usual, was grey and cloud covered, rendering the landscape before us as black and white, all colours drained away to pewter.
Which leads to the question I have: where did the sun go? It is MIA. Where did it go? And why is it not coming back? Did we do something to offend? Did we say something rude? Has it packed up and gone home? Stamped its little feet and is now hiding under the bed? Is this a new form of job action? Has it sent its chariot to the garage, its steeds to the stables and now refuses to return to work until we give it what it wants …which would be what? An elaborate sun dance? Who remembers how to do that? A human or animal sacrifice? Definitely not a human one (though some politicians come to mind) or an animal, (though I suggest the mosquito), neither one is possible in our enlightened day and age (and virgins, at our age, are out of the question). Well what then? Abstinence from dessert? Surely not! But we could, perhaps, sacrifice anchovies or snails?
Whatever would be required let’s figure it out and get that sun back to work! It’s almost February and we most desperately need it.