Snowed Under

This winter seems to be passing in slow motion.

This sense of extended time was amplified when I saw the Cloud Gate dance company perform The Wanderers as part of the Danse Danse program at Place des Arts last week. The continous showers of golden rice pouring down over a still figure—and the gracefully controlled performance of the dancers—created an atmosphere where time slowed down, but our sense of time also expanded... almost to a point of timelessness.

Unexpected, drifting, falling... we seem to have very little control over what drops into our lives from day to day.

Seasons shift and change their shape, becoming other than what we expect of them... showing up early or late, dressed in clothes we didn't expect and don't remember seeing before...