The week between Christmas and New Years, kind of a no man's land, a nothing time in which nobody expects that much of you and nothing you do matters that much.
It's been bitterly cold and I've spent more time in the house more than usual. That trance mentioned above - I've been there this past week. Snow flying in the howling winds, that first taste of hot morning coffee with a splash of milk and in the evening that first taste of chilled Sancerre, the homey smell of frying bacon, staring at the Christmas tree lights and soaking in the quiet but happy memories of Christmas 2022, looking out the window at the outdoor Christmas lights illuminating the snow that covers some of them, watching T methodically go back and forth, back and forth as he shovels the driveway in perfectly straight lines, catching a beautiful sunrise after all the last week's gray.
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| Photo: Annette Schwab |
Ambedo for these cold gray days of coffee cup and tree gazing and sunrise watching. Enjoy the moments.
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