Catherine Nicolai
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319 appearances
2 recordings
1 series
first heard Dec 2024
last heard Jan 2025
Catherine Nicolai’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Now it had a rich honey yellow color, and it felt like pure energy pouring into my system.
I closed my eyes and let it bathe my face. Gosh, I'd forgotten how good this feels. I started down the porch steps and noticed the icicles dripping from the eaves. I realized, in fact, that there were lots of sounds to tune into this morning.
Squirrels and some of the hardier birds who stayed through the winter, moving along tree branches, where snow was quickly disappearing.
I heard dogs barking in the distance, garage doors going up. Cars on the next street over. Activity. It was inspiring.
I loved this stretch of time when winter slowed us to a stop.
When everything was paused and I'd been able to retreat into my cozy house. Stay in my favorite jammies all day. Watch movies and make soup. But now it felt like a nice change of pace to do something else. And the day seemed to be encouraging just that.
At the bottom of the steps, I reached down for the newspaper, thankfully well-wrapped and protected from all this melting snow.
I tucked it under one arm and went farther down the drive to the sidewalk, then followed that to the corner a few houses down.
I wasn't sure what I was looking for. Just wanted to see more, I guess.
To see what we were all getting up to. If others could feel the change that I could. Across the street, I saw a man walking a dog.
He waved at me, and even the dog seemed to be smiling. Yes, I think they could feel it too.
I crossed the street and went another block over. I passed a frozen pond.
One sunny morning, hadn't done anything to its inches of frozen ice. And I stopped a moment to look at the way the light caught the angles of its surface.
It wasn't even and flat. The wind must have been blowing hard as the crystals came together. I'd seen pictures before of frozen waves on the Great Lakes.
I'd heard of candle ice that made a beautiful ringing sound as millions of thin straws of frozen water bumped into each other. And once I'd held a frost flower in my hand a kind of ice that came from a freezing fog. This was just a small pond with a slightly bumpy surface. But still, I felt like I'd stumbled upon something miraculous.
I squatted down to look more closely. and noticed that in the bright sun, the snow and ice sparkled like glitter, with a rainbow of colors that I could only catch when the light hit just right. I stood up tall, tossing the dangling end of my scarf back over my shoulder. I remembered I had the newspaper under my arm.
And while I did have my boots and coat on, I was still dressed in my pajamas under it all.
And maybe I should regroup before continuing any adventures. making my way back across the street and up the block to my house, I found myself taking one deep breath after another, drawing this new energy deep inside to fill my cup. At my house, I dropped the newspaper on the kitchen table. I would read it later, and went to change into jeans and a sweater.
I felt the urge to open a window, but I knew I was getting well ahead of myself. I remembered an early spring day, Years before, when I had my first apartment, and how desperate I had been to let warm air in on a sunny day.
I'd opened all the windows and gone out with friends for lunch.
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