I love winter. January is my favorite month.
The year is new and full of promise in January. Anything can happen.
Christmas crumbs spill over into each day.
My birthday is in January when I get to be queen for a day… or a week if I can pull it off.
I know, you’re saying, are you crazy? You live in Wisconsin! Snow and more snow and negative double digits on the thermometer. What’s so great about that?
Cold. Tucked inside. Alone. Safe from the elements. Without fear of intrusion.
I like it.
If I want to, I can hide behind winter’s cloak. There’s nowhere to go when it’s so cold outside. One ought to stay in, to themselves.
No fear of offense in winter because you see no one.
Unless you choose to.
If you go out and about, it’s on purpose.
You can share quick laughter ducking between doors and cars. Opportunities for kindness abound when cars must be shoveled out and brushed off. It’s easy to share a shiver. No one cares what you look like beneath the layers.
Best of all? You can walk in a wonderland of glitter – a snow globe tipped for your enjoyment.
Snow. Layers and layers of billowy glitter sparkling against the midnight sky. Lighting even the darkest dark with an ethereal neon shine.
I breathe better in winter. The air is clear, crisp, concise.
And stars sparkle differently in winter. Sinking beneath the weight of the frosty air, they stud the midnight sky with diamonds.
I hold it to myself like a selfish child on Christmas Day.
I know it won’t last. None of it will. It will have to be shared and given away eventually. Back to the earth from whence it came. Adding to the water table to provide a foundation for spring.
The snow will melt. The days will lengthen. The doors will have to be opened.
But for today? I spread my arms wide and embrace the majesty of the winter night.
The Book of Pages About Crossing Bridges by Kris A. Newman is available through the
Estore at krisanewman.webs.com.
Come on by. Read a bit. Leave a note. Order a book. Or just stop in and wave hello.
You're very welcome. - Kris
The year is new and full of promise in January. Anything can happen.
Christmas crumbs spill over into each day.
My birthday is in January when I get to be queen for a day… or a week if I can pull it off.
I know, you’re saying, are you crazy? You live in Wisconsin! Snow and more snow and negative double digits on the thermometer. What’s so great about that?
Cold. Tucked inside. Alone. Safe from the elements. Without fear of intrusion.
I like it.
If I want to, I can hide behind winter’s cloak. There’s nowhere to go when it’s so cold outside. One ought to stay in, to themselves.
No fear of offense in winter because you see no one.
Unless you choose to.
If you go out and about, it’s on purpose.
You can share quick laughter ducking between doors and cars. Opportunities for kindness abound when cars must be shoveled out and brushed off. It’s easy to share a shiver. No one cares what you look like beneath the layers.
Best of all? You can walk in a wonderland of glitter – a snow globe tipped for your enjoyment.
Snow. Layers and layers of billowy glitter sparkling against the midnight sky. Lighting even the darkest dark with an ethereal neon shine.
I breathe better in winter. The air is clear, crisp, concise.
And stars sparkle differently in winter. Sinking beneath the weight of the frosty air, they stud the midnight sky with diamonds.
I hold it to myself like a selfish child on Christmas Day.
I know it won’t last. None of it will. It will have to be shared and given away eventually. Back to the earth from whence it came. Adding to the water table to provide a foundation for spring.
The snow will melt. The days will lengthen. The doors will have to be opened.
But for today? I spread my arms wide and embrace the majesty of the winter night.
The Book of Pages About Crossing Bridges by Kris A. Newman is available through the
Estore at krisanewman.webs.com.
Come on by. Read a bit. Leave a note. Order a book. Or just stop in and wave hello.
You're very welcome. - Kris
The way you write about winter almost makes me like it! almost....;)
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