My friendship with winter is growing. That didn’t feel true yesterday, or last Wednesday. But I’m getting more frequent glimpses of January’s brand of light and warmth, and I’m slightly more willing to accept her limitations.
Already this year, I’ve had several conversations about these darker days: how they affect us, how to live well in them. (This piece has some excellent ideas). For those whose winter looks much like my own, it seems somewhat universal, this acknowledgement that moods dip in tandem with the reclusive sunshine, and we want to either find our new year rhythm quickly or leave it altogether for some warmer place.
The last few days have been COLD. But snow flies through the air like glitter. Our hot water came back on in no time, and the stew simmered lazily, and today my gaze moved from the clock at 5pm to the window above the kitchen sink, and behold! The sky still looked a proud shade of blue, and the sun wasn’t totally in the trees that line the ravine, and I thought, we’re making it.
Mallory R. Manning 