My one little word this year is light. And as we keep shivering our way through the Northeastern winter, it has often been hard to find.
The days, thank goodness, are getting longer, and although many of them are still frigid, their brave blue skies are a gift. The raw cold and keen winds feel even colder after the soft snow disappears, but I welcome the extra light, and the few stars winking down at me amid the city streetlamps.
Soon Daylight Savings Time will tilt the balance of our hours again, abruptly lengthening the evenings while plunging the mornings briefly back into darkness. I love the longer evenings – they make life feel more expansive – but while the bitter cold lingers, the lighter skies can feel like a cruel joke. It’s not warm enough yet to enjoy the light the way I want to.
Much of the light this month has come from inside: from the twinkle lights festooned around our living and dining rooms; from the candles I light on the dining-room table when we eat dinner; from the good stories we’ve been watching, Olympic and otherwise. I have struggled to reach for green and healthy foods during the midwinter slump, but the asparagus is back in my fridge, and the yoga classes are now part of my weekly routine. It is not perfect, but it is good enough.
The light is also coming from time with loved ones: after a couple of quiet weeks, I’ve had a few outings with girlfriends and a long evening around the table at Ryan and Amy’s. Midwinter can feel so isolating, everyone cocooned in their own houses, and it’s good to venture out and spend time catching up over coffee or dinner.
In a couple of weeks, the hubs and I will chase the light all the way to the West Coast, when we go and visit some friends who live in San Diego. And when we get back, spring will be that much closer.
If you’re following one little word this year, how’s it going so far?