I don’t do well in winter, generally. The cold and the snow get me, for sure, but I think there’s something about the light, the dismally scant hours between dark and dark that pull me into this liquid place like forgetting something important and keeps me there for months. It’s tolerable most of the time, and I know it’s not forever and circumstances throw me joy impossible to ignore. This year has been a little better than most; still, when days like today come along and feed me summer after starving for the light, it’s something like miraculous, if I believed in things like that.
Today was a simple one, work in the morning, a walk in the park with beloved, mutt, and the two kids who weren’t feeling anti-nature, but it was a simplicity that I needed, and I was grateful.
After, there were ice cream sandwiches for dinner and chicken for dessert, and I napped in front of Coraline while my little daughter slept curled up against my side. All that’s left now is a quick shower-all I get anymore, thanks to the sketchy water heater-and a bit of cleaning up around the house, and the world will settle in around me and I can sleep.
This is where we were this afternoon.