The cold fingers of winter creep up on you. Wrapped in the post holiday glow, you don’t notice it at first. Still full and warm, you snuggle into a comfortable lull.

At first it seems cozy. Contentment radiates, until one day you decide to pack away the decorations. The house looks clean and bright. You blink and just like that, the January clouds descend. From merry and bright to grey and blight in an instant.

It is bone chillingly cold today, the holidays and the Spring both seem far away. It is tempting to fall into the fog and sleep the day away. And yet, the fire crackles and I am thankful for its warmth. I am grateful for a home to shelter against the sub zero temperatures. Not all are so lucky.

In the worst of winter, it is easy to feel listless. I miss the sun and long for woods. For now, I will have to be content to watch the birds sheltering in backyard trees. I will find beauty in the ice formations on the windows and the dancing flames in the fireplace. I will also likely become reacquainted with comfort food. Warm bread makes everything better.

Full of biscuits and bacon, I remember that I still have dreams to dream and things to learn. I have a wall of books and a closet of games. Spring will come eventually. Until then, I will be content and count my many blessings.