Winterenvy

This is what happens when I watch Finlarg’s videos…

…interspersed with periods of driving around in the wee hours of the morning, listening to electronica. Enjoy!

I think I have mentioned my tendency to get in my own way a few times before, and I became aware that I was doing it to myself again at around 4:30 this morning. I haven’t been sleeping well for the past several weeks, last night being no exception, but sleep is highly overrated. This is especially true if its absence allows for the singularly amazing experience of being outside in the quiet of pre-dawn. For a great many years, this particular time of the day was mostly relegated to the fearful attempts at introspection after a night of stimulant consumption from which anyone else I happened to be spending time with had already passed out. It’s easy to appreciate events: sunrises, sunsets, first kisses, last fights, etc. I have always found it a lot harder to revere periods of quietude or serenity, and I’m sure that has everything to do with my high-speed lifestyle which often prevents me from even noticing such times.

Today however, for whatever reason, I woke up at around 4:15AM, having gotten a whopping two-and-a-half hours of sleep. When I zonked, Finlarg’s video “What Christopher Hitchens Meant to Me” was playing. Bunny had gone to bed early, and I was lying on the couch having a mild case of the blues over never having had the opportunity to meet Hitch. Finlarg’s video happened to be the last one I clicked on, and it hooked me into his uploaded video playlist. When I woke up, one of Finlarg’s vlogs was on. It had been made in January of this year, he was dressed warmly and the crunch of frozen ground underfoot could be heard softly as he talked about the large Scottish pine he was passing.

I realized that I was sweating profusely in spite of the constantly running air conditioner, and that all I could remember of the winter was strife and getting a little sick in December. Bunny was here of course, but our financial woes at the time overshadowed the usual joy cold weather brings to both of us. We received less than an inch of snow throughout the entire season, and I can count on one hand the number of times I felt anything beyond a mild chill in the air. Not much of a winter at all, really; winter in name alone…

I realized with a smile that I envied Finlarg his English winter and his walk in the hills among the Scottish pine trees, and that sort of got the introspection ball rolling. (To be continued after I take a nap… Falling asleep at the keys, even with my abundance of sleep).

(C) Modias 2012.  This is a syndicated posting of my regular HubPages blog.