When stillness happens…
I live in Knoxville, Tennessee. Dixie, The Buckle of The Bible Belt. This is The South. We get the occasional snowfall here, but we are not used to ice.
But here we are, iced in due to a winter storm that dumped sleety frozen pellets on us this past Monday and now is dropping snow on top of the ice. Record low temperatures are predicted for tomorrow night and much of the city has come to a halt. Many schools are closed as well as a number of businesses.
I ventured out last evening for a rehearsal with Knoxville Choral Society, as we have concerts scheduled this week with the Knoxville Symphony Orchestra, and if at all possible, the show must go on. The roads at that time were not any trouble to navigate. My only issues were getting the ice chiseled off my car and eventually getting the door to my fuel tank un-frozen. It was good preparation for returning to work today.
Monday I was not scheduled to work, and Sweet Pea was sent home early from his job. It was wonderful to be tucked in safely at home with husband and dog, snuggled under blankets watching TV. For those few hours, there was no place anyone had to be.
There is a quiet sweetness in moments like these; it almost feels as though time has slowed and the world is in a state of suspended animation. I know that it can’t last forever. The quietness eventually gives way to the return of noise and activity, and I have to emerge from the cocoon of icy stillness.