Cold, dark mornings do not inspire me to jump out of bed and get going. What I would consider mid-afternoon in the summer, now feels like bedtime. Darkness falls just after 4:30 p.m. It’s still cold at 4:30, I’m tired of being cold, and just want to fall into my warm bed after a hot shower. I’m like a bear in hibernation.
This holiday break has been delightful in that I don’t have places to be each day so I don’t have to get up by 6 a.m. We’ve been staying tucked in each morning. Even after arising, I like to sit in the living room, with a warm cup of coffee in my hands, and watch the sun, at its extreme southern spot, light up the northern wall.
It pains me to move through the chilly air. Even at 70 degrees, the house feels cold all day long. I’m wearing extra socks, long pants, sweaters and jackets. I don’t won a whole lot of cold weather clothing so find myself doing even more laundry than usual. The water comes out of the tap so cold that it “burns” my hands. My fingers crack in the cold–bleeding and hurting.
I am grateful for the sunlight, though. Many of our winters are gray with fog. We’ve had little of that this winter. Of course, we are only a week into the “official” winter season. The sunlight not only comes in the morning, but again in the afternoon, on the other side of the house, lighting up our family room and making it glow. I find joy in the smallest increments.