By SUSAN DROMEY HEETER, Joyful Musings
I muse joyfully on this frigid, frigid January day, on the ice so deep I can skate, on my flannel sheets, on blankets around the house, on the mittens and hats strewn around so the outside is cozy, is doable, is January.
I muse joyfully on the cozy inside, on fires and warmth and static electricity and skin that begs to be moisturized.
I muse joyfully on early nights to bed and coziness and heat blasting in the car.
I muse joyfully on winter, on the quiet, on the pink skies surrounded by snow and quiet and quiet and quiet.
January, a pause, a reflection, a time to muse joyfully that we’ll pack those mittens away and hats and gloves and scarves – but today, today we need them. They allow us to thrive outside, to feel the frigid air, to feel alive.
Muse joyfully, January, I’m glad you’re here.
Susan Dromey Heeter is a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go au natural white. Writing has been her passion since her English majoring days at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. Dromey Heeter has lived in The Netherlands, Alaska and currently basks in all things New England, including the frigid winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is to bring back body surfing as most children have no idea how to ride waves without ridiculous boogie boards.