Winter Moon at Dawn: Possibility and Potential

With what degree of certainty does the Old Farmer’s Almanac guarantee its weather predictions? Add twenty percent to that. I promise you that I can predict when arctic temperatures will hit the Hudson Valley almost without fail.

For the past several winters we have taken care of my folks’ dog while they are off on vacation. Next winter, give me a call and find out when Mom and Dad are heading south – it means that the thermometer is plunging southward too.

Chris Darling,
Chris Darling,

Through the tiny gap between my scarf and my Red Sox ski cap I watch Saoirse, the oh-so-delicate 100 lb. black lab nose along the tracks tracks of some mysterious creature who is not hiding in a cozy den, despite the frigid wind. The moon lights the western sky at just after 6 a.m. and I feel as if I am walking through a different world. Amazing how being a dog minder introduces you to the smallest details of a new neighborhood at the most unusual times of day. Only when she has moved on and I raise my eyes from the icy snow banks do I realize that the whole world is markedly brighter. Pastel morning is just beginning to color the east, and the landscape glows as if someone just turned on a light in a distant room. In this case, I guess that would be Connecticut.

Even in the near blackness a surprising number of cars idle in driveways, trying to motor themselves awake in the bitter cold just as their drivers nurse that last cup of coffee. As much as getting up early and donning boots and shearling is a chore, Saoirse’s visit offers me my my first chances to learn the rhythms of my neighbors’ lives by piecing together what clues they leave in this coldest, darkest time of the year.

There is so little to go on – you have to have impeccable timing to catch the bundled figures gingerly make their way across the ice from the coziness of the kitchen to the tepid warmth of a car whose heater strains to keep the windshield from fogging. Instead, I am left to look into the glowing windows and see figures passing back and forth, engaged in the sacredness of the morning routine.

What is it about looking into the glow of a home’s lights at dawn that seems so much more intimate that seeing those same lamps ablaze in the evening?

mypictureWe are all a confederacy of early risers. Though some may be cheerful enough morning people, we are bound by what still seems an unnatural act, getting up when it’s dark as midnight. Who are we to rise before even the sun has climbed into his seat in the sky?

I found my heart warming to the residents in the houses where I could see someone standing before the kitchen sink, washing up a few breakfast dishes before she dashes out the door. We begin and end this day as strangers, but for this handful of moments between rising from bed and braving the world, we are all united in this process of preparation for the work ahead.

In this brief time between night and day I can believe wholeheartedly in a common humanity that we all share. A dream of still warm blankets and hopefully someone we love who lay beside us while we slept. A vision of hope for the day ahead before the winter chill and the vicissitudes of life challenges our resolve.

To think like Anne Shirley, this is the time when it is still a new day with no mistakes in it yet. All people and events are merely beautiful possibilities in the frozen morning lit by the grace of a waning moon.


4 thoughts on “Winter Moon at Dawn: Possibility and Potential

  1. sly0208 January 15, 2009 / 12:13 am

    Hi, I was just tag surfing and saw your post. Just thought I’d say what an amazing picture that is of the moon, and that was a really great post. I enjoyed reading it. 🙂

  2. pam at beyondjustmom January 15, 2009 / 10:09 am

    Beatifully put. I must admit early rising does not come easy for me. My husband walks our doodle in the early light, and I know he treasures it, probably for similar reasons. When I substitute, it reminds me of how special that time is. You are inspiring!

  3. blisschick January 15, 2009 / 10:28 am

    Beautiful piece, Marisa.

    Marcy and I went for a very similar looking walk in our park the other evening, and I felt much the same. The cold held everyone inside, so it was a private piece of stillness and beauty. When that happens, when Marcy and I are the only ones outside (no matter the weather, it happens), I wonder at how much people are missing…

  4. Barbara January 15, 2009 / 11:05 pm

    A colleague once suggested that I get up early when I am a tourist in a foreign city and watch how the city comes awake. I recall doing that in Bruges many years ago. It was summer and not so dark. It is interesting to see what vehicles hit the road first, the delivery trucks the cyclists, etc.
    Your post was so lovely and evocative. It might even make me into a morning person… no wait, that’s not gonna happen! 😉

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