The skies were dark. The house was gray. The day never really seemed to start. Snuggling in front of the televison seemed like the natural thing to do. My computer circled the drain and took with it a year’s worth of photos, including the first two weeks of images for this project. Silver lining? My unread library is thinner.
But, oh, how those wet and cold days come with a price. Mikey and I spent most of January tossing viruses back and forth.
Midway through, a break. A day at the park. Warm sweaters. Strong winds. A very large duck. A very, very nervous mama.
We didn’t sell our car, and are considering attaching a bullhorn to the roof and proclaiming the benefits of a used Ford in good condition while we cruise all the right neighborhoods. It might work.
I went to a party with a nicely wrapped present.
We celebrated 11 years.
In January we did everything, and we did nothing. It was dreary and cold and gray, until the sun came out and bleached everything white. It’s a maddening month, the kind with a slow march that thwarts the desire for something new and fresh and right now, please. It’s January, and it’s over.
This was a color story. Please leave a link to yours in the comments, if you are so inclined. Otherwise, will you join me in February? The theme is scarlet. A month of red, pink, and everything in between around your home, your town, or your inspiration folder. Stuff you make, stuff you buy, stuff you photograph. No pressure. (Do it.)