Why is it that each year when January rolls around, it's like I experience it for the first time? It seems that when other months return they're like greeting an old friend, with familiar sights, colors, smells, light, and the activities we associate with that season, but January arrives each year as a stranger to me.
And I like getting re-acquainted. It's a still, quiet month, a time to assess the year gone by and plan for the year ahead. It's a time to recover from the hectic holidays, to settle in at your hearth by a nice fire. For many, it's back to the grind after the holiday break, but even for them, the short days and long cold nights invite introspection. And the quiet beauty of a snowstorm (of which we've had an abundance so far this winter) is a marvel to behold.
January 2008 is almost half gone, so celebrate it with me until it arrives again in 2009 and we face it again for the first time.
thanks for putting into words, what I haven't been able to. It's true, it DOES feel new every year!
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ReplyDeleteby Robert Frost (1923)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I love the picture...peace, purity and magnificent.
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