The Stream May Be Frozen, But Still Waters Run Deep

20171212_143912It’s been quite a while since I’ve blogged anything besides a Six Sentence Story, however the lovely Ms. Campbell over at “Finding Ninee” extended an invitation to do a stream-of-consciousness about winter. What better way to start writing again than to just let loose? So while this may result in no more than a bunch of sentences, at least it’s better than nothing.

Here goes nothing!

Every time I look at the side of our house and see the icicles hanging from it, I think of that story in which the murderer killed someone with an icicle. The murder weapon of course melted. While in the story that was a great twist, it’s been exposed now so it’s really quite a lousy way to murder someone; especially around here. Looking at the stalagmites hanging from this joint would be the first place I’d search for a murder weapon.

We have had sub-zero weather for a good part of this winter. While we’re used to really frigid weather, I can’t say we’re used to it being quite this chilly. Even my dog can’t take the cold around here this year. She’s had a bout of cold induced asthma, and painfully frozen feet on more than one occasion. Any actual walking that has occurred to date, has entailed the commitment to carry her for a distance.

Despite the icicles and my 13 pound K9 backpack, the winter remains one of my favorite times. How bad can a season be when something like Christmas is in it? How bad can a season be that covers the world in a peaceful blanket of silence, even when your head is screaming about appalling things that are happening in the world? Perfect murder weapon or not, icicles are just gorgeous creations. They aren’t inherently malicious. I once saw my kid turn an orange into a gun, and I’m certain he was no different than any other little kid his age playing Indiana Jones.

I have to run, however I have every plan to come back and complete writing this because it’s been fun to write again… even just this silly little bit. You forget how much you miss something until you actually take a moment to notice that it’s gone. I suspect winter is a lot like that.

 

24 thoughts on “The Stream May Be Frozen, But Still Waters Run Deep

  1. What a wonderful surprise! She writes, she writes, she writes!
    You aren’t just another pretty prompter. You write.
    I thoroughly enjoyed your stream of consciousness and am happy for your thaw in this regard.
    (Thought- join in with a six sentence story?)

    Liked by 3 people

  2. I popped over here this morning to see if any more links had been added to this week’s SSS, and I find that you’ve written a wonderful post about winter, you still have a way with words! You bring to mind the giant icicles of my childhood that hung from our houses and threatened to crash down on us as doors slammed, and sometimes did. All of that sounds much too cold for me now, I am spoiled by what we think of as chilly here in Texas – anything below 40. ๐Ÿ™‚ But I have to agree with you that winter is beautiful, snow not only creates a clean blanket to cover the earth but also insulates sound and provides the wonderful sense of peaceful quiet you speak of. God is still in his Heaven and it is still a beautiful world. I am so glad you are back, and that I am too, let’s stick with it, ok?! โค

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Yo! Zoe! About damn time! (I know lol, coming from the likes of me) So glad to read your words,
    My Dr. would be in awe of your K9 backpack ๐Ÿ˜€ He recommended I walk with a weighted backpack but I’m thinking having a dog riding piggyback and whispering in my ear is way more fun ๐Ÿ˜€
    I have always loved seeing pictures of where you live regardless of season. It’s beautiful in all seasons.
    Hey, believe it or not I’ve never heard about the icicle murder weapon. Genius!! Not that I’m endorsing such an act but come on, it’s a good one ๐Ÿ˜€
    Challenge is on! You need to publish at least 1x a week. Sound good to you?

    Liked by 3 people

  4. I love your ramblings – so good! And OMG you’re definitely a weeniebutt with thinking about murder weapons when you see icicles! Every time they’re formed above our front door, I make Robert knock them down telling him “if they fall on our heads just right, we’re dead!” Weeniebutts unite. Also LOL to your kid making an orange into a gun. Now that’s talent (and Tucker would be jealous). ๐Ÿ˜€

    Like

  5. Good stuff! I love streams of conscience. Winter here isnโ€™t pretty. Just cold and inconvenient, but as you pointed out, it has Christmas #cantbeallthatbad

    Like

  6. Hey! z!
    (have you looked at the list of people writing comments above this?…lol ‘discretion is the better part and all brevity soul of wit (or is that sole?)

    Good to ‘see’ you on the circuit!

    Like

  7. Nice to meet you Zoe, I love your fans comments above. It makes me happy to see writer’s come back who have been missed. We’ve gotta stick together and keep each other going. Glad Kristi sent you the invite. I enjoyed your post and I look forward to reading more of you!

    Like

  8. Hurray! Welcome back to blogging! Avoid those killer icicles, stay warm, and tell Jules that Drexel isn’t a fan of snow, either–but there’s no way I’m carting around an 80-lb. K9 backpack!

    Like

  9. Icicles are so captivating in more ways than one. In a really cold winter, one learns quickly not to walk underneath where they are hanging. ๐Ÿ™‚
    Glad to see you back. I should talk. . .I’m just barely getting back to writing.

    Like

  10. Every once in awhile a chunk of ice falls off our roof and onto the deck – I’m afraid it will clobber a person or our dog one of these days! Almost as dangerous as an icicle. I particularly like your last two sentences…you don’t realize how much you miss something until it is gone. Yes, winter (and summer) are both like that for me!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s