There’s a fire in the wood stove, dogs piled in front of it, their fur slightly damp from melting snow. My parents are on the sofa, my mother reading a magazine, my father on his ipad. I sit at my computer, thinking how much I love snow. There’s no sign of my brother yet, but he’s a teenager, we probably won’t see him for at least two more hours.
I love days when it snows. The world becomes suddenly so peaceful and quiet. The hours seem to stretch long, but not in a tedious, boring way, but rather in a way begging to be filled with small tasks that I’ve needed to do for a while, but just haven’t gotten around to. Today, I can put away my laundry, I can make that necklace I’ve had in my head for two months, I can read, I can write, I can do oh-so-many things without feeling the slightest pressure to go out and run errands. The only thing better than a snowy day, is a snowy Sunday.
I was worried it might start snowing yesterday. That would not have been as welcome as today’s snow. Yesterday, we celebrated our band’s first birthday with potluck and a concert for our most loyal supporters. It was a marvelous evening.
It’s been a year and a month since I first started playing bass. It’s been seven months since I first stared playing my upright bass. A year and a half ago, if someone had told me that one of the brightest aspects of my life would be playing bass as part of a bluegrass band, I wouldn’t have believed them. I don’t think I’d even have been able to imagine myself doing such a thing. I’ve never considered myself to be musical, not in an instrumental way. Certainly, I’ve sung in choruses all my life, but I was always terrified of singing solo. Every time I tried to audition for the musical in high school, even if I could sing the song perfectly to my mother, I’d always freak out and sing terribly for the audition. Last night, I sang lead on three songs and it was exhilarating. Slowly, I feel all my fears and anxieties surrounding music dropping away, melting like snow in the sun. No matter what happens next in my life, no matter where I go, I want to keep music in my life. It has become an essential part of my happiness.
Thank you for reading.
Lovely flakes this morning. Best of luck with the power outages!
You too, James.