What a perfect early January day. It’s snowing. Softly –
mixture of big sloppy wet flakes and tiny droplets more rain than snow – very gray
– but somehow the starkness of the day makes it perfect. And tomorrow is Sunday so no worries if we’re
snowed in. The Christmas tree is down and everything packed away until the end
of the year, leaving open space to spread out and breathe. A pile of books sits
on the table waiting to take me to literary feasts and I’m eager to indulge!
Wood is neatly stacked by the hearth for later when night falls and is gently
lit by only the whiteness of the snow. Hot chocolate spiked with a little crème
de cacao to take the chill off…. What a perfect January day.
