Winter

I'm a sucker for winter days.
Cold, rainy, winter days.
Cold days where alarm clocks don't ring and pajamas are acceptable attire.
Rainy days where obligations aren't present, but heated blankets and  Blackbird coffee are.
Days where staying in bed until noon is encouraged, simply because you can.

Mornings that are filled with muffins, good conversation and Ellie Holcomb's new CD.
Afternoons where the house is messy with blankets as a movie plays in the living room.
Nights where friends congregate to eat pizza and laugh while assembling a 1,000 piece puzzle.
The past two days have been just that. We have been out of class for a minor ice storm, and  it has felt like two Sundays squeezed right into the middle of the week- two days where rest has been abundant- and it has been good.

I thrive in this weather; maybe it's the midwestern girl that is still tucked somewhere inside me. I live for winter days where boots are used for what they were made for, where wool socks and scarves warm my body. I appreciate real winter days because they don't come often in the south, but this season I am grateful that they have been frequent. Winter days are whispers of heaven; they are pieces of perfection. Days like these are the best medicine for weariness, for tiredness, for life.

The sunshine is slowly returning this morning as icicles melt off of the power lines and trees. Tomorrow we will return to class, work, life. Winter days sneak in to Milledgeville but are quickly chased out by warm days spent on the front porch doing homework.  I'll appreciate those days when they come, too. But today I will continue to rest, to rejoice in this winter day. These days are slow and pure, refreshing and good for my soul.