Well, it’s cold. Cold cold.
And January sunny.
I’m moving into the week slowly, now that we’re out of that holiday shadow and it’s plain winter. No more pretty lights, no more holiday recipes everywhere, just head down moving forward.
Against a frigid, piercing wind.
Take that as literally or metaphorically as you will.
I’ve been having really weird dreams lately, it seems like it’s something in the air. I remember only bits and pieces, but none that make much sense. It makes me wonder about all those hours spent asleep.
Such a strange thing that we do.
Anyway, that’s it for me on this Monday. Have a great day.