R.S. Williams

All I want is to get the words right.


Tonight, I dream of Nashville, where a low pressure system wraps the city in a thick wintry blanket. How beautiful it would be to see the oxbows of the Little Harpeth, the girders of the Shelby Street Bridge, and the ear-tufts of the Bat Building swept by wind—swaddled in snow, glazed in sleet and freezing rain.

Tonight, I long to wake to the great roaring silence of snow. Through the perforated Bakelite cube at my bedside, a half-human, half-computer voice consoles me with a NOAA lullaby. “Currently in Nashville: snow, 28 degrees. A Winter Weather Advisory is in effect. Elsewhere in Tennessee…”

Tonight, indeed, my mind is elsewhere—in Tennessee. I imagine the crisis-comfort of winter weather: the deafening hush of heavy, wet snowflakes, the flik-flik-flik of ice on plant and ground, the muffled grrrrddddtttt of tires against slush in the parking lot of a tiny apartment on White Bridge Road. Just beyond my window, the splash of cold black-white-clear lacquer soothes me to sleep, to work, to live.

Tonight, in west central Georgia, I stock up on bread, milk, and bottled water. I surrender my hopes. I play along at home.

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  1. This is not the first time you write of your longing for Nashville. Life is so short: are you sure you can’t move back there? You know my aspirations: at age 70, I am planning to move to Kansas and become a nun again; how crazy is that?!?! My advice: don’t wait, if that is where your heart and your muse is. +

    • R. S. Williams

      January 13, 2018 at 5:29 pm

      Thanks, Carol! I didn’t live in Nashville so much as visit all the time, years ago when I had a boyfriend who lived there. I don’t think I’d move there now. The average Nashville rent has quadrupled since the early 2000s, and salaries for the most part haven’t kept up with the cost of living. Plus a population boom has made traffic ten times worse than it was years ago (as in, nearing “Atlanta traffic” levels of awfulness). But at least I can visit now and then… 🙂

  2. “The great roaring silence of snow…”
    “The deafening hush of heavy wet snowflakes…”
    “…flik, flik, flik…”
    and the voice of NOAA Weather updates – I can hear all of it so clearly. That “crisis-comfort” feeling washed over me as I read this four times. It’s not snowing here, but very, very cold. Unusually so.

    • R. S. Williams

      January 14, 2018 at 6:06 pm

      LOL! But you ARE being practical…it’s impractical and a waste of time/resources/life NOT to do what God has clearly called you to do. <3 You ROCK!

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