Sustenance-- GC Myers
Maybe it’s the gray paintings that I’ve been working on lately. Or maybe it’s just the unseasonably cool morning with the temperatures in the mid-40’s. Or maybe it’s a somewhat contrarian nature. Whatever the case, I find myself this morning longing for cold weather and gray skies and flecks of snow gathering on the grass that has lost much of its green. The feel of a sharp wind on the cheek like a reviving slap. The harsh bones of the leafless trees in silhouette against the slate sky. The absolute quiet of the forest, save the creak of the trees swaying in the cold breeze.
I know that for many this sounds absurd. Most want to bask in the summer heat. Most want to feel the adolescent charm of days spent shoeless under a relentless sun.
Easy days.
Not so for winter. Maybe that’s what I like. Winter gives you nothing. No warmth. No sustenance. No cover. What you take from winter is a hard fought victory and that makes it all the sweeter. Anyone can feel the carefree lure of summer. But winter drives off those unwilling to endure its own special charms.
Cold, refreshing charms…
Here’s a wonderful version of the Winter section from Vivaldi’s Four Seasons by violinist Gil Shaham to get you into the winter mood…
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