This arctic bitter cold has descended and iced our tropical plants and turned our Southern red blood into slush. I ate the last of the black eyed peas today and am waiting for the jumping for joy feeling to return but all I feel right now is a great desire to have my feet on the ground instead of in the air.
Loca and I walked through the park this morning – Arlene refused to make it a half block from the front door – opting instead for the warmth of the house. Loca barely noticed that it was freezing out there – I had on three layers, two scarves, and wool socks and still felt like the wind was biting through me. All the fowl in the park was floating serenely on top of the cold water.
The long and short is this – it’s a new year – it’s a new beginning – and right now everything appears to be in slow motion – which is a good thing.