The Doldrums of Winter
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I cross the parking lot through piercing, cold, dry air again just like yesterday and the day before and the day before My breath, a cloud that leads me home After another day from the library from my work from the gym from the hours concentrated on my to-do list of studying of writing emails of exercising in these doldrums of winter On one day, Tuesday - No - it was Wednesday - I broke the doldrums and skied My feet carrying me Down mountain hills Faster than I had moved in a week My molasses body heating And flowing more readily Until I returned to the routine Back to the doldrums Ski more, they say It breaks up the winter But how terrible would it be To turn skiing into a doldrum? And my secret is I do not mind the doldrums If they will eventually end And this one, like all others is not forever. I put one foot in front of the other Cautious on the treacherous planes of ice And smile at the mountains Tilting my face to the sun. I walk I walk I relish the doldrums And carry on.