The New Year is coming in, and with luck it will bring some snow along with it. I’m with family this week, writing this by the lights on the concolor fir tree while we’re baking Santa Lucia rolls for a friend’s birthday.
Right now, as the Covid numbers are going up again, I’m newly aware of these gifts — reading to my nephew, holding my niece, talking with my sister and brother in law in the kitchen … taking a walk in the woods with my parents through a pine grove I’ve somehow never seen before. Ambling along the shore with an old friend.
Wherever you are this week, I hope you are finding some quiet and warmth, however simple. Taking the time to finish a cup of tea, or waking up to falling snow. Wherever the next year is going, I wish us all a breathing space.
