Mid January and it's bi-polar tendencies.
I want more of everything, but want it in solitude- surrounded.
What's that all about?
The sun is beginning to win again. Each week it claims back a few minutes. The orange glow hangs to the west for a little longer and I feel less likely to dive off the cliff into the bedclothes for the remainder of the season.
Now if it would just bloody well snow enough for some snowshoeing, all would be well with my soul.
I can't justify a lonely trip somewhere just to snowshoe.
Or maybe the poles will swing and I could.