Bombs and Fronts

Yellow and amber snow and ice warnings for most of the country on Saturday.  Storm Bert.  An ‘explosive cyclogenesis’, bringing blizzard winds, making it unsafe to travel anywhere.  The predicted snow bomb, finally making land. 

Why does being told not to go out, make a person really want to go out?  A particular discontent to get on with what you’d prefer to be doing.  Because if you can’t go out into nature or perhaps a trip to an exhibition at the art gallery, you may have to stay home and worry about the news, the war-mongering.

Decided to spend the weekend soup-making, then painting backgrounds for Christmas cards.  Focus on something pleasant, as worrying about wars isn’t going to stop them.  This fear-based news of war, and nuclear war in particular, has been repeating itself since I was nineteen, at least.  Probably a long time before then too.  I remember having mugs of tea, and orange Club biscuits, with my friends when the Student Union alarm sounded.  We all thought that was it, the bomb had been dropped.  We were genuinely terrified.  When we realised it was just the fire alarm test, we all left our tea and went home, shaken.  Relieved there were buses running.  Lights on in the shops.  People free to walk, or run for a bus.  All the small things. 

They’re not so small, and are precious. 

I am so sick of so-called, world leaders.

I just send family Christmas cards, I don’t keep in touch with anyone else, except on Facebook.  I enjoy making cards though.  Painting a scene, dye-cutting it into a polar bear-shaped tree.  Last year was a midnight sky, moon, stars and yellow-green auroras.  This year, a snowy, amber-pink sunset polar bear-tree. 

Hope they won’t look like a bomb has gone off.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Explosive_cyclogenesis