Monday, January 27, 2025, 22*, getting light.
Morning air did not take my breath, nor make it visible as I began our morning ritual then returned to bed. Woke to discover one bright yellow boot by my chair missing; found in Zayne’s mouth. Barefoot boots best for balance not high enough for deep snow, slippery when wet as winter melts from their soles onto vinyl floors.
Let’s talk about words from friends, from emails, from messages. “Warmness to You” is delicious, makes me smile, evokes chunky sweaters, cocoa with whipped cream sprinkled with cinnamon perhaps a candy cane hanging on the cup; looking through a frost-edged window at whatever happens into view. “Saucy and insolent snow.” Snow that likes to play with snowplows returning to roads after they pass. Snow sculpted by Mariah wherever there’s a clear path.
"Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones."
Proverbs 16:24 (NIV)
Photo: LJ Austin
