Severe cold crept into the region over the weekend, then a flurry gave way to steady snowfall. The kids were distracted with friends most of the day and I distracted myself with baking breads and keeping the fireplace crackling. My husband settled, restless, by the fireplace comfortable and warm yet unable to be fully at home.
Kids and I read, played games, colored, and chilled out while he rested, an air of anticipation separating us all ever so slightly. It was past dinner time and the children had just settled under their quilts for the night when the phone rang. "There it is." He said.
A hug and well wishes, and he was off to sit behind the wheel, lights flashing, and engine roaring over roads slick with snow, perhaps some ice soon. I picture him in his truck, With heat blasting too hot, to keep his windshield clean, and window open to keep his mind clear, as I hunker down myself, both cozy and restless by the fire with the television on and a book to occupy my mind into the cold night.
2 comments:
This is a lovely post that captures the dichotomy of peacefulness and restlessness and reminds us that while we sleep through the literal storms others are working to keep us safe.
You have captured perfectly that precarious balance between a peaceful at home evening and knowing your husband was going to be going out into the storm.
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