The laundry is folded (or doing a passable imitation of folded), the dogs are silent and sleeping, and the house is freshly vacuumed, and even though, an hour later, its efforts have already become hard to spot as a fresh battalion of fur easily reclaims its beachheads, the house is still neat and clean (or doing a passable imitation of neat and clean).
Monday looms like a…like a giant looming thing (sorry, I’ll workshop that), but in my house, Sunday won’t be rushed off the stage. It’s quiet and gray and unabashedly, ubiquitously February, but I have a cup of tea, an interesting book (or a passable imitation of an interesting book), and my home is keeping us warm enough to feel comfortable. February-flavored comfortable to be sure, but that’s OK. Sometimes it’s a good thing to sit calmly in the winter-quiet. Spring, summer and I have always been on the same page, but they carry noises with them, and one of winter’s singular unsung virtues, I think, is its quiet.
This evening, at least, or for at least this fragment of it, all of this will do quite nicely.
Fabulous writing. Honest and clean and positive.
You’re very kind, thank you!
Wonderful writing, happy Sunday!
You’ve made me wish that Feb 5 was Groundhog Day (the movie version) so I could read this gentle genius for the first-time over and over again.
My favorite sentence? “Spring, summer and I have always been on the same page, but they carry noises with them, and one of winter’s singular unsung virtues, I think, is its quiet.”
Beautiful, Jack! And so true – although I couldn’t grab ahold of it before I read this.
You are vastly too generous with your kind words and I urge to continue that pattern
Over and over and over again… 🙂
Beautiful, I can feel the comfort , quiet and warmth of a Winter Sunday evening.
Don’t workshop your description of Monday, Jack. It is perfect and has a sense of Old English about it. Opens the gates for some interesting days of the week to follow.
I’m with Wynne……”one of winter’s singular virtues, I think, is its quiet.” Beautiful and it describes the feeling I have after new fallen snow. A peace and a calm like no other season…winter’s only virtue? I think so! 😊 Thank you for that…and for the phrase “February-flavored”. Just because!
You’re supper kind to write this!
Mean it! ❤️