I’m not trying to jinx it, but so far we’ve had a relatively mild winter here in The First State. With the exception of Hurricane Sandy passing through in late October, we haven’t really had any nasty weather to speak of. And, although the hurricane did devastate other areas north and east of us, we didn’t take that big of a hit with that storm either.
Today, for example, it was in the 60s with a low fog hanging heavy over everything. A fine most spraying throughout the day was all that we got in terms of rain that the forecast had threatened. It could have been worse, I suppose.
Days like this invoke a lot of different feelings for me. It doesn’t feel very Christmasy, even though it’s already the 10th of December. It reminds me a lot of our first winter here. My schedule then was sporadic, working in photography and trying to find time to hone my craft, we spent a few precious free days exploring the areas near our new home and taking pictures.
Our life was so different then, and it’s hard to believe how much has changed in the seven years we’ve lived here. It’s even harder to believe we’ve been living here for seven years, actually. With the many changes coming on the horizon, we’re here for at least a few more.
Today’s weather reminded me of those things, and how I no longer have the luxury to go off on a photography adventure as easily as I had in the past. It does give me a small pang of sadness to know that things are different, but I’m grateful for the steadfast things that remain. The things that endure remind me of what’s worth working so hard for, and that those are the things that really matter.