I’m lying in bed with my computer on my lap and a blanket draped over my head. Through the window, I see a patch of pale blue sky bisected by telephone wires, a spare scene. My tiny view of the world is clean and bright as only winter can be when the cold has wicked away every drop of moisture. I hear a squirrel loping over our roof and the faraway hoot of a train.
I can’t get up because the house is too cold. I can’t even get up to turn on the heater. Both of my girls are still in bed downstairs, even though it’s late morning. We’re all in bed together in our separate rooms. We won’t break the soft silence until we get too hungry. We are alike like that, appreciators of quiet, each of us tunneled under her covers with a book.
Today I will make buttermilk pancakes and begin to put the ornaments back in their boxes. We’ll drive over to my mother’s house for a cup of tea and we’ll probably do an art project with lots of glue and glitter. We’re halfway through the winter break, it’s 2013, and I have to get a job that pays, so I’m cherishing the simplicity of my world with the intensity of one who knows it’s almost over.
Happy new year to you. What will your 2013 look like?