Hmmm, after months of blog inactivity which could be blamed partly to the cold, cold Michigan winter, I’m now trying to find my way back into Blogspot again and resume my writing chores at least on this particular blog since I’ve been writing and updating my other sites regularly.
I’m no Rip van Winkle but I surely did sleep the winter away and finally woke up to the colors and aromas of Spring which is quite a big relief to my frost-weary body.
I can now hear Vivaldi’s strings in the air as the tulips and hyacinths and such are slowly emerging from the once snowy ground.
Don’t get me wrong but I love Winter for I like walking deep into the woods covered with snow where I could commune with nature; feel the cold breeze on my hair, the gentle touch of the snowflakes on my face and listen to the howling of the winds as well as the occasional chirpings of some wayward robins and cardinals in the air.
It’s an uplifting experience, I tell you just walking in silence along a narrow trail amidst the vast white empty space wherein sometimes the only sound that you can hear is your own footfalls as it crushes the soft ice beneath it.
But Winter on this side of the world has gone on for too long as deep freeze seems to be the flavor of the season. Michigan, as Michiganders would say, is notorious for its unpredictable weather and this year it is kinda different from what I‘m used to. It was never like this during the 4 years that I've been here. Days are so short and nights are soooo long. And they’re much colder and chiller, too what with the mercury hovering between single digits and below zero (and in Fahrenheit at that), you‘re left with no other option but to stay indoors most of the time although I do venture outside from time to time especially during snow storms to take some pictures of the wonders that come with it.
Anyway, Spring is surely a welcome respite and I am now in the process of embarking on a very strict regimen that will put Manny Pacquiao’s Spartan training routine to shame in order to lose those unwanted bulges in the middle that dear old winter, sinful foods and my sedentary lifestyle had given me.
So, my game face is on and I am now ready to take on all comers, if only I can overcome the inner sloth in me.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed.