Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Deep Winter

It’s the middle of January, in the heart of winter and life seems humdrum and stale.  Looking out in the yard I see yellow grass and vestiges of dirty snow here and there.  This morning the trees don’t take on a strange beauty but simply look stark and bare.  This is when we start to think about sandy white beaches and sunshine, lots of sunshine.
       Ah, the getaway.  But first we have to recover from our flu and our cold, we have to check that the bank account can take the hit, we need to sort out things at work, and that’s when reality sets in.  Life is a constant battle towards assurances and picking up and just taking off is not the responsible thing to do.  You ask yourself “why do I always have to be the responsible one?”
       So you pull the covers over your head and go back into your dream world until the alarm goes off for the second time.  Be responsible, face the world.  After all, tomorrow is another day.

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