Photos on the blog make it look like I spend most of my time in the mountains. I wish! I spend most of my time in the city which is why, when I'm not there, I try to be here.
Next week are final exams for four of my six classes and I'm spending most (but not all) of this weekend buried in books and index cards. The material and the demands are getting more challenging and require many hours of work outside of class - my head is heavy with memorization.
I hear the East Coast is getting lots of snow this weekend and it's so easy to recall the feeling of winters spent hunkering down in the drafty house with the wood stove and the dog, snow plows rattling back and forth on the road, the field across the street disappearing behind a white veil of falling flakes and the incredible freshness and crunch of fresh snow when the sun reappears the day after a Nor'easter and brightens up the gray.
Here in the Southwest cold clouds come and frost the tops of the mountains in between long periods of sunshine. Snow plows, shovels and seasonal affective disorder are things of the past. Thicker snowcaps appear and disappear on distant peaks and for the time being at least if we want deep snow we can drive to Santa Fe and beyond, which we plan to do over the holiday break. Cross country skiing in the vicinity of a hot springs is high on my "to do" list.
Until then we hike, bundled up against the crisp wind. Tonight after a day of studying for me and a day of work for J we're going to Lights Among the Ruins in the nearby Jemez mountains where the ruins of Giusewa Pueblo and San José de los Jémez Mission Church will be decorated with hundreds of traditional luminarias. There will be traditional Native American flute music and Jémez Pueblo dancers’ performance between two illuminating bon-fires.
Happy winter, wherever you are!