Jonathan and I had to pull out at 6am sharp this morning, so my alarm was set for 5.
It was one of those odd nights. Couldn't sleep until close to midnight, then I was awake at 2:30. Wide awake, mind abuzz.
For some inexplicable reason, the Hebrew phrase "Baruch adonai elohim" was chanting through my brain like a mantra (which might not even make any sense), even while a dozen other thoughts, ideas, plans, edits, story ideas, career paths, were all filing through. And there was music too - "Da Dayenu."
I am not Jewish, but I love the Jewish cultural traditions, music, spirit, history. I wondered if I might have been receiving some kind of subliminal message. Is it Passover this weekend? Nope - one more week to go. I have no explanation.
At 4am, even wider awake, I decided to just get up and start my day.
I wrote down a lot of the brain salad chaos that I had been entertaining, just to set it aside for later. Then at 5 I took the dogs out. It was still too dark for a camera, but I wish I had given it a try anyway. The world was an enchantment of snowfall. Heavy clumps of snowflakes fell in my hair and every tiny twig and needle was coated with a thick highlight of white. I felt like I was in C.S. Lewis' fantasy forest world of perpetual winter. Quiet. Gentle. And filled with an otherworldly hush of anticipation in the ground-lit darkness preceding the dawn.
Jonathan took a couple of shots from the car as we pulled away. But in the light of day, rushing down the roadway, it had already lost the magic.
Where were you going?
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