It’s January, and I’ve recovered from the holidays. I’ve also recovered from a cold burst of weather that closed schools and kept us inside for Sofia the First marathons and movie nights with buttery popcorn.
I love a White Christmas, but as I took my daughter to preschool this morning, those familiar post-holiday thoughts of spring crossed my mind. They’re the ones that start as a whisper once we get close to Martin Luther King, Jr. day and grow to a roar when we get hit with a mid-March snowstorm: just hang on, soon, very soon the trees will bloom and the grass will green. Like this park bench, I’m waiting (and remembering) the sunny, barefoot days ahead.
Boxsteps, Vampires, Taylor Swift. A short piece on the Yeah Right challenge grid this last week of January.
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