A note to self:

It is gratitude for the small things that helps us move from day to day.  My small thing I will focus on today is the date...January 19th which puts us past the middle of January.  This is the worst month of the year.  It has no redeming value except that it preceeds February which puts us over the hurdle toward the winding down of winter.

January has forgotten to look for the sun.  She resides in the gray flat light where everything moves in monotones of color.  The birds are silent and hide among the pines.  Listlessness wanders in and out quietly whispering in our ears.  As each day passes January weakens breaking into tiny drops.  Somewhere on the horizon February begins to struggle towrd the Janurary gloom.. Pushing her aside to find the hidden sun, bits and pieces of warmth emerge.  Thirtyone days of waiting for January's departure can seem twice that many.   Passing the middle is the beginning of the end.  I feel a little better knowing I have made it to this point.  The sun will shine again.