It’s snowing like the dickens out there and I want to hide.
I want to hide in snow angels, swinging my arms and legs so wide that the depth of the snow makes me invisible.
I want to hide in the fluffy, sweet softness of the marshmallows floating atop my hot cocoa when I come in from the cold, wet play land.
I want to hide in the pages of my book, engrossed in the lives, adventures, and misadventures of characters who are not me, whose worries and triumphs are not mine.
I want to hide in the afternoon’s reruns, shows from my childhood that I have to explain to millennials, shows they don’t want to binge watch.
I want to hide in a nap, stretching out and, wrapped in warm fleece, shutting down while the world goes on for a while without me.
Inspired by Ima on (and off) the Bima, this post is one in a series marking the days of the Jewish month of Nisan leading up to Passover, which begins at sundown on Friday, March 30, corresponding to the Hebrew date 15 Nisan 5778. If you want to play along, check out this year's #BlogExodus and #ExodusGram prompts.