A New Day in an Old Year
I sat in bed this morning with my curtains open on the world as the dawn crept pink over the eastern hillside. I sat in bed like a wild cat, with tail twitching, and eyes scanning the horizon. I wanted to get out in the world and see the newly fallen snow. I wanted to get lost in the stillness, muffled with soft, white, frozen down. I wanted to see the sun bound over the hillside and cast its luminosity onto the landscape. I wanted to bicycle and pedal through the drift with toes dipping into the tundra with each pedal stroke. I talked my husband into leaving the soft downy warmth and head out. We dressed quickly and bounded out the front door.
My ride was small, and it was careful, and it was quiet, but it was beautiful. To steal these little moments when I can wander, close to home, and see the world transformed by a storm of white. To recall the wondrous thrill of riding and experience the newness of snow-cycling. To be out before the world is awake and see the new day dawn at the end of an old year.
We finished our little outing and settled back into our nests of pillows and down, made some green tea and plans for the day. We looked back on this year and forward to the coming one and sat like a wild cat, tail twitching for the adventures before us.
Happy, healthy, safe, adventure-filled New Year.