It was snowing sideways this morning. Small heaps of powered snow formed in patches along the road. The wind skimmed the top of these little hills, creating a swirling mist across the pavement.
Having seen Lord of the Rings more than is probably healthy, I couldn’t help but think about Middle Earth. The road, with its miniature white-capped mountains, became the landscape just outside the Mines of Moria. The fellowship is still in shock over the death of Gandalf the Grey. The hobbits collapse in sadness, unwilling to continue on. Aragorn stares across the seemingly endless landscape, reminding them all that they cannot stop.
I looked down the road, lifting my gaze from the tiny Moria mountains to see how far the landscape stretched. It was endless. I pictured a miniscule Aragorn, standing atop one of those piles of powder, wondering when his journey would ever end.
I didn’t want to wake up this morning. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to shower or find an outfit or put on make up. I did it all anyway. Because I guess I have to keep moving, even if the journey seems endless.
Oh fine I guess I’ll get out of bed too. It is noon after all.
Ha! Jealous.
Days when one can stay in bed until noon are lovely, don’t you think?
Yes. I need moar.
I love the tag on this post.
Teehee.