The last few weeks have been so dark and grey that I feel like I’ve been caught in a perpetual twilight of rain and fog. Over the weekend, the wind was relentless. It doesn’t just blow here, it whistles, moans, and hums. I’m grateful that our house is built of block and brick, and that its big windows bring in whatever natural light the day offers. The house walls stand firm against the weather without so much as a creak, but the shutters, garage doors, and wind itself vibrate in an uneasy symphony.
When the rain is streaking the glass and the grey seeps into every corner of the room, I try to think cozy thoughts and tackle the sorts of tasks a dark day calls for. As I wrote earlier, I’ve been putting photos in albums, tackling small art projects, doing some reading, watching movies, and cooking, but with the holidays over and months of grey days stretching out ahead, I’m restless.
In a few short weeks, I’ll turn 45, E will turn 50, and we’ll celebrate our 25th anniversary. Benchmarks. Happy occasions. Reasons to celebrate--but also a time to reflect. Life is good but during the dark days of January and February, it’s hard to see just how good it really is.
January 2, 2007