It’s a long month, waking up from the holidays stretching out like a cat from a nap, looking forward to the sweetness of the candy and flowers month ahead.
January is a patchwork of gloomy days, dark nights, slivers of sunshine, snow, icicles and hope.
It’s a month of wishing, dreams, and the ruffling pages of seed catalogues filling the mailbox, spring dreaming arriving far ahead of it’s appropriate time.
Fresh snow coating old, new buds on dark wet stems, sounds of perky birds, weather changes. Hope for new renters in old bird houses, sweet dreams of gardening and getting hands back into the soil.
Sprouting rye grass for the cat who refuses to go out in the snow and forage for himself.
January is for the dark and light rebalancing in 2.2 minutes a day
Of seeing water move for the first time since the big freeze last year, ripping open the frosty blanket of white in the fields.
It’s for standing on the side of the road beside the bike, taking up space that wasn’t there recently, while a diesel coughing it’s black cloud of stink, and an old galoshes clad farmer waves from the cab of his battered truck.
Dog barking madly in the back.
Did you read that correctly?
No, not the part about the dog…
The bike, on the side of the road.
Cold on the ears, wind whistling through the holes in the helmet, chilly where the zipper can’t hide skin from winter..biking.
Walkers remarking how unusual it is to see a bike, untethered dogs sniffing wheels, the joy of movement flushing cheeks heaving breaths.
Knowing that you’ve run out of excuses and even the weather doesn’t afford you one anymore, it’s above freezing, the roads are dry enough and the sun is valiantly trying to shine through the thick clouds.
Biking past where the coyotes howl in protest at the snow in the fields hiding quivering mice.
Brown branches giving way suddenly springing free the burden of the snow.
It’s good to feel the heated blood rushing through ears, heartbeat thumping a song.
It’s time to dream big….bring it on.
Jen @ The Light Laughed
January is a big dream month, there’s cold weather, and wishes for spring. But it’s also the time we start to say goodbye to the lack of light, when we take the time to savor the last few weeks of real winter around here before it starts to recede.
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