Gratitude for Biboon

Southern Michigan is finally covered in goon (snow). It has been painfully cold lately. Most nights there is quite literally nothing to do except drive around. My partner and I have been driving north, out of our suburb, into more rural areas. We like how dark it gets out there. I am able to look up at the stars or out at the trees as he drives. We either sit in a comfortable silence or talk about the wonders of this world. There is something about the goon that gets me thinking, wondering all about what is and what isn’t. After all, biboon (winter) is the season of thinking/ dreaming. I am grateful for this. Miigwech.

Just the other day I decided to bundle up and go on a walk in the goon. I bundled up in twos—two pairs of pants, two pairs of socks, and two shirts to keep warm. On this walk I appreciated how quiet the suburbs get when blanketed with so much goon. Such a decrease in noise provides me with so much peace. This theme of peace has been present in my life lately. I am grateful for this. Miigwech. As I was practically walking like a duck to avoid slipping on ice, I walked on a very brief space of fully plowed sidewalk. This small clearing reminded me that spring will come. The ground will thaw once more. The sun is getting closer and closer each day. I am grateful for this. Miigwech.

I figured I’d share some lyrics I wrote about the season of winter and the eventual shift into spring:

Frozen Over, Getting Older
Light a Fire
To Console Her
In Remembrance of the Solar
I Told Her When It’s Over
This Spring We’ll Realize
We are Alive

When it’s cold and icy out, life can feel rather dreary. But sometimes the sun hits the snow-covered trees just right and creates a magical view. Or sometimes a nighttime drive to appreciate the beauty of it all provides you with just the amount of serotonin needed. I am grateful for this. Miigwech.

I am certainly looking forward to the return of the light, but I am grateful for whatever warmth I am able to find now.

I challenge you, reader, to appreciate the snowfall and to get in touch with the beauty and mystery of it all. Miigwech.

Madison Weingust is a student at Bay Mills Community College.

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