I know this sounds odd, but I feel I have completely missed winter. We have had an unusually mild winter here in the midwest. That fact along with a very busy schedule (holidays, travel, and the hours upon hours preparing for each, not to mention work men galore), have left me out of balance and out of sorts. I love the dark, gray sky and howling winds of January. They speak to me of candles and fires, cups of tea and long hours of contemplation and stacks of books to read. Time to hibernate and a built~in excuse to do so.
The sun shines it's light into every nook and cranny and illuminates the shadows, demanding projects and activity and schedules and to~do lists. Day light savings time brings a smile to most faces. Not mine. Dusky evenings and a morning slow to open are much more in tune with my inner workings.
Hopefully we have a few more dreary, gray days to come. Days I will cherish and use to full advantage with a calendar wiped clean of commitments and pot of tea to keep me company. Then I will be able to greet Spring with the appropriate grateful attitude that is due her sun~filled, breezy days.