I reminisce a winter's morning of cold breeze and subzero temperature in February. That slippery ice hovering over what used to be solid earth. I was practically walking on thin ice. When the wind passes by your face, it takes away a piece of heat from your skin, and that cool sensation hit you. Your blood vessels constrict, trying to reserve some heat for the body. You breath that merciless dry breeze, up to your nostrils, up to my allergic rhinitised nose which makes it more difficult to sip even a millilitre oxygen.

The snowflakes hit me one by one, like an endless wave of tickles over my face. And you might notice they were of different shapes and sizes. And there are some dogs lying on the white sandy snow, naked. Some are hibernating to death. Trees are naked too, with their gothic branches capturing the snow as they fall on them. Roots that go deep into the core of the earth keep them alive and well through the harsh winter.

You notice that at any given moment, 70-80% of people wear black clothing in winter. From jackets to trench coats to boots. Are they making a fashion statement? Maybe that's physics in fashion, since black absorbs and keeps more heat than any other color. And the nose senses the smell of drunkard Russians even in the morning.

Everything just adds up to the gloom of winter. But you can't deny the beauty of it all. Growing up in a warm weather condition, it was everyone's childish wish to play with snow.

How i miss the sun...

After that temporary coma of winter, the sun reappears, filling each horizon, each space there is to be filled. The sun testifies to Allah's grace. That warmth of nature is none to imitate.

14 : 33 And He has made the sun and the moon, both constantly pursuing their courses, to be of service to you; and He has made the night and the day, to be of service to you.

36 : 38 And the sun runs on its fixed course for a term (appointed). That is the Decree of the All-Mighty, the All-Knowing.

That stretch of white sandy snow soon will be replaced by seas of color. That bed of red roses. A field of yellow daffodils. That wide yellowish green cornfield. Green leaves budding out. Some pink, maybe purples flowers i don't bother to know their names. Those naked trees clothed back again. And the crops will grow. Life starts back again. A testimony of Allah's ability to bring back the dead.

7 : 57 And it is He Who sends the winds as heralds of glad tidings, going before His Mercy (rain). Till when they have carried a heavy-laden cloud, We drive it to a land that is dead, then We cause water (rain) to descend thereon. Then We produce every kind of fruit therewith. Similarly, We shall raise up the dead, so that you may remember or take heed.

And the birds will start chirping their songs yet again. They remigrate to where they once called home. They leave their droppings here and there, leaving us a bit angered by their actions. But you can see the sky filled with motions of joy, and you can hear that song of happiness ringing in the air. Chirping aloud.

16 : 79 Do they not see the birds held (flying) in the midst of the sky? None holds them but Allah [none gave them the ability to fly but Allah]. Verily, in this are clear Ayat (proofs and signs) for people who believe (in the Oneness of Allah).


nabilah said...

salam.well the sun kinda reappeared in moscow today. but then, the weather was so much colder than these past few weeks.haha.pelik la.

dear spring,come quicker pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

QifA said...

salam. hehe..it's still cold here..hoping for the weather to be a wee bit warm sooner rather than later..forgot to mention that i chose the wrong jacket for today..sheesh..

angelus_izika said...

haaaiiih..left a little more than 3 months before I need to leave all my layered style attire...

maklumla...kat msia tu 40 degree..

QifA said...

hehe..yea..then you're going to be wearong your lab coat like 24/7