Maybe winter and orange aren't exactly synonymous. Maybe they're more like half sisters. They have a comfortable alliance-- not so suffocating or stale, not so gray, not so binding.
When January comes, you savor the daylight. You can't wait for it to get out of bed and stretch it's little rays in your direction to sweep up the frost and make a warm pallet for the dogs in the yard. When it retires for the evening, makes it's whiskey drink and grabs the last section of the paper to read you understand. You thank it for putting in a good day's work and you say hello to the moon, the night shift. It seems particularly industrious this time of year.
When the moon is full, it brings in the cold. Right, mom?
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It's a well observed know fact. I feel it deep in my bones.
ReplyDeleteMegan, your blog makes me happy and so proud to be ta maman.
You have got the eye, you have got the word and you combine them
beautifully.