The snow fell like cotton early this morning and when I left the house for Saturday errands, the day was bright and pure.
January days have a clarity like no others in Northern Wisconsin. The sunlight reflects off the snow and brightens everything, showing only that which is necessary and true.
Today's light was not flat, but intense and sparkling.
Our moods are lighter today, and my husband and I joked while folding laundry. We are growing older together and taking pleasure in small everyday tasks. Our life together is simple and clear.
Our Saturday night supper will be simple, too: Small tenderloins with herbs de Provence and mushrooms and a salad of lettuce, tomato and olives.
There is a contentment in January, and an optimism in the young year.
I hope this is true for you, too.