There's ice in the riffle and rain/sleet/snow on the way. Or so they say.
I say, Give us whatever you've got, January. Throw it all in—the whole shebang.
Hey, that's what winter's for, right? Not just a season of cold and snow and icicles along the eaves…but a weather test of the spirit; a barometer of hope and resolve.
To face and find your way through winter while remaining light of heart and bubbling in good cheer is to simply reiterate your faith in a warmer, brighter—better—world ahead.
So bring on those storms. Let the winds howl like restless banshees. My wood is split and stacked. There's food in the larder, love in my life.
The titmouse and I remain unperturbed, joyful in our days—alive in the here and now.
Every day is beautiful.