01.19.16 Well, what do you know! Out came the sun yesterday. There has not been sunshine like this streaming into my living room for over a month now. Even the solar-operated traffic signs, which flash my speed as I drive by, have gone dark. When we tuned into the Denver Broncos game on Sunday, I kept saying, “wow–look at that sunshine washing across the field.” It is easy to forget that a winter day can be filled with such light. There’s dense fog out my window again this morning, but, boy, did I make the most of yesterday. After yoga class in town, I drove to Somers Bay and trudged through snow to take photos of the sunshine in the south and the robin’s egg blue patches of sky. A man and a woman got out of their cars beside the highway to do the same thing. I envied them with their DSLR cameras–I most always take mine with me everywhere I go, but haven’t bothered on this long string of dreary days.
And then home, sweet home. A new book had arrived in the mail, and I was able to sit on the sofa with my back to the windows, and have sunshine illuminate the pages. I could barely concentrate on the story, so busy watching the light flood across my living room. A grand afternoon.
“Isn’t it true that a pleasant house makes winter more poetic, and doesn’t winter add to the poetry of a house?” –Charles Baudelaire