When light is limited and the outdoors is hostile, when back to back holidays have exploded routines and the extended liminality feels endless, the beginning of January requires compassion on full blast.
The boys folded origami paper claws and snacked on fresh pomelo slices, plucked tunes on the ancient ukulele and started latch hook pillow projects. We enjoyed the annual Beatles marathon and began the new year with bowls of soup and friendly neighbors, sleds in the snow and scrabble letters on the table, plus a quick trip to NYC, a balm against the itchy unknowability of a whole new year.
Making things and taking deep breaths, a whole stack of tomorrows ahead.
