New Year’s start
One of the brittle tricks of winter is that the coldest days are often the clearest and most beautiful. After weeks of gray skies and snow accumulation every day, last weekend dawned bright and cold. Over the following three days, the thermometer bottomed out at night near-22°F, and during the day it never rose above 8° or 9°F.
The inside of our windows were rimmed with ice, the snow underfoot squeaked and squelched when we hurried outside to get the mail. I put my walks up the road on hold and it was only when we absolutely had to get more firewood from the pile that we ventured out for any length of time. And it would have been bearable except that the wind started to blow- the kind of breeze that in summer would cool sweaty arms and feel refreshing and lovely. In this coldest of temperatures though, it was incentive to move quickly, arms swinging to keep circulation going in our fingers.
I am appreciating that firewood during the days now that I unexpectedly find myself no longer working. What has the potential to be a scary time, unexpectedly feels less stressful than the job I left behind. I’ve more time these days for reflection, and for taking photographs. And so I am planning to re-invigorate this space. To pick up the pen, er keyboard, again for a while. I hope you’ll indulge me.