Our snow’s all gone now, and though it’s much easier to get about I really miss it. I particularly miss watching it fall from the sky.
One afternoon at the beginning of the month the flakes were huge, enormous, never seen the like. It’s mesmeric, isn’t it? So very beautiful and ethereal, floating slowly down.
The sight never fails to enchant me.
Awesomely, icily beautiful, yet each flake has so little substance and will melt as soon as you try to hold it.
When I was falling asleep that night those snow flakes appeared in my mind, drifting down softly and hypnotically.
As I too drifted, as I sank into sleep, grateful for my warm bed, I heard a car approaching down the street. It crunched and crackled its way slowly, reminding me in that instant of someone in the cinema slowly, carefully, and very noisily opening their wrapped sweets.
And as I made that connection a little frisson of irritation whizzed through me, pulled me back from the brink of sleep.
Seeing those links, toying with them, laughing at the irrational connections our minds make, is this not how we make sense of our world, how our emotions kick in and how, often, we respond in the ways we do?
Playing with ideas like that is a great creative game, one I often indulge in and sometimes share with coaching clients.
I’d strongly advise against trying it out as you attempt to fall asleep!
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