I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: November 2022
Acceptance says so much.
11/18/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on November 17, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Be absorbed by where you are
in any given moment. You will
learn far more about yourself by
standing still than by trying to
keep up with all the action.
11/17/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on November 16, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Winter arrives unexpectedly, as it always seems to do.
We shouldn’t be surprised, but we are.
It is, after all, mid-November. This is Canada, and morning’s early chill should have been reminder enough to pull gloves, scarves and hats out of storage.
But winter is not a feeling; even less it is a date.
Winter truly begins with the first snowfall.
Yesterday morning it was only a few flakes.
Then it was flurries, and soon the rooftops below were covered in white. You could hear the slushy sounds of cars eleven stories down as the wet snow continued to accumulate.
Of course, soon, you were caught up in the cross-town traffic. Driving is not easy in the first snowfall; it never is, as restless cab drivers recklessly swerve in an out of the steady traffic with unsteady drivers getting the feel of the slick roads. Slow and steady are the rules of the road; drive with the conditions if not the confidence.
Freezing and melting, the unpredictable temperatures will be here for a while and all we can do is live with it for however long it takes.
Winter arrives, almost unexpectedly, and takes over our lives for months at a time. The first snowfall has a way of reminding us of a new reality.
Winter has this way of slowing us down.
