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The dimness of light and the wash of old snow makes my mind turn to thoughts of
sunshine,
warm breezes,
and
ice-cubes dancing in tumblers filled to the brim with sun tea and slices of lemon.
If it were not for this grayness, would I remember springtime in all it’s gentleness?
Would I count down the days until, springing forward were a reality instead of a winter daydream?
I suppose I ought to be thankful for January and its gifts to me.
January gifts are hope, promise and time to read a good book.
January’s gray gives me the space to dream of days fair and bright, all while being wrapped up in my favorite blanket.
I look, still daydreaming, out the window and watch hopefully as new white snow begins to fall sleepily from the slate sky.
By: T. L. Eastman 2010
Comments
And thank you.
Sometimes I need reminded of the 'perspective' factor.