A new year’s winter day
The last day of Christmas vacation. It’s cold, snowing and finally feels like winter. I ran a few errands and the rest of the family went out to cut some wood. Now we’re all cozied up in the house, enjoying a toasty fire, fuzzy blankets and bowls of steamy, homemade soup. There’s a football game on in one room. Magazines and novels being enjoyed in another. The man of the house is experimenting with a new popcorn topping. We’re in a cocoon … protected from everything except ourselves.
Wool socks abound … solitude filters in between the varied projects and endeavors going on under this roof. A kind of quiet serenity permeates the house.
But the day didn’t begin that way …