Usually I do wake up to my alarm and get up right away.
But this morning I didn’t. It was such a wintery morning. The cold wind was blowing, the hard rain was tapping at the windows. And I was lying encompassed by my warm, cozy bed. So cozy. I thought of telling mother that I was going into hibernation for the winter – after all, it is November. I thought of saying goodbye on here, and going to sleep till Spring, wrapped in my coziness.
It made me think of G.K. Chesterton. But then, everything makes me think of him.
“Life would be an altogether supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling with.”
Well, there I am a step ahead of Chesterton, for I sleep in my writer’s garret, and the ceiling is less than twelve inches from my head.
And yes, once as I was doing a very deep back bend, I came up abruptly and slammed my face into said ceiling.
But that’s not what I was going to blog about. I was lying in bed, singing songs to myself, thinking about hibernation. I am going into hibernation – in a way. I will venture out for my daily walk in the cold, I might go to the store. But for the most part you will find me curled up on the couch reading a good book.
Because that’s what winter’s for. I really sincerely wish not to get wrapped up in school. Or if I do, to let school become my friend rather than the enemy I must overcome. I adore winter, because now I realize what it’s for: it’s for building snowmen, it’s for the privilege of hot chocolate, it’s for being gathered around the fire, laughing, telling stories, reading stories… being together. Winter is for hibernation. So what books are you going to read this winter?
Here’s mine (so far):
Mein Kampf – Adolf Hitler (nice little fireside read, don’t you think?)
A History of the Twentieth Century – Martin Gilbert
The Napoleon of Notting Hill – G.K. Chesterton
Bel Canto – Ann Patchett
Seven Men Who Rule The World From The Grave – David Breese
Amusing Ourselves To Death – Neil Postman
The Great Gatsby – Scott Fitzgerald
Middlemarch – George Eliot
How Should We Then Live? – Francis Schaeffer
Do you have any suggestions of good books that could be read during the winter? I love suggestions – and usually follow through with them. :) What do your lists look like – or what are things that you want to accomplish in the cold, white months ahead?