A sky of faded gray flannel. The swoosh of a cold wind bullying the treetops, making the old cedars creak and groan down to their roots. Frozen toes eager to be back inside, warming near a fire.
After days of sunshine and spring-like temperatures that sent juniper spores partying through the atmosphere, we're reminded that it's still just January.
I'm actually relishing this down time, despite the possibility of icy roads when I hit the highway after phone duty this evening, and it's not just because it shuts down the cedar fever party. If the forecast of snow in the morning comes true, it will be a good excuse to slow down and catch my breath.
But I know a day – or a few hours – of forced slowing down will be enough. I can only take so much gray flannel before yearning for golden mornings.
Whether your sky is wearing gray flannel or gold, I hope you're staying warm!
Long Hollow 
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