Reading through the blog site it appears winter is a time for reflection, although I am new to the season. I have postponed my conclusion with this job and inevitable winter experience by traveling south for a few weeks of sunshine and play. While I’m cresting my third year as an Oregonian, up from the tropics of Hawai’i, I still seem to resist winter as a part of my annual cycle. I initially dreaded the arrival of chapped lips and obligatory coats, but I found myself rooting for the season when I arrived back home this year. The balmy month of January and my memories of dry, warm December had me pulling for the underdog to at least not make an embarrassment of itself. True to form, the season saluted me with the coldest day of the year my first day back at work.
I could read into this as an omen that one cannot escape winter, that it eventually must come to pass, but come on. We’re scientists. That stuffs for tarot cards and horoscopes (which, by the way, is totally cool if that’s what you’re into. I’m sure you could find a great reading from half the residents of my town, Ashland, OR, but I digress). Regardless, here I am on an assuredly wintery day writing a reflection on the year past.
I have decided, after this rather rambling introduction, to actually present my reflection as a poem. However before finishing I need to thank Stacy, my mentor, and my coworkers, Sienna & Shannon, who are bright spots as human beings. So without further ado, here is my haiku:
Collecting summer’s seeds,
Despite the strain to obtain,
Brings warmth in winter.