Slowly, steadily I return to writing and inch toward life as I knew it before the holiday season and Levi’s early risings derailed daily routine.
- Sun illuminates the backyard, casts shadows of bare tree branches on snow. I am not accustomed to writing in daylight.
- Fountain pen running out of ink scratches the page. Words are broken, incomplete.
- Every year I get hit with the post-holiday blues. Despite the increase of light, I know just how much more of winter we have ahead of us in the Northeast.
- It’s not that I don’t like winter. I love it. But it does feel a bit long and meaningless without the holiday festivities.
- We will play games and do jigsaw puzzles; huddle around books and TV; bake and cook and bake some more. We will make our own light.
- Freshly brewed ginger tea in ceramic travel mug, all day every day, to avoid drinking cold water in negative temperatures.
- Three days late to jump on the opportunity of the New Year, but I’m here now, setting goals, making the best of plans: five hours of writing per week; self-help/better person; meditation + movement; better with $$/savings.
- I have a sore pinky that doesn’t hurt when wrapped around a pen writing.
- Our neighbors’ cat, Marshmallow, saunters casually across our sunlit yard, seemingly oblivious to the arctic cold.
- A black desk is perpetually (and sadly) dusty.