I woke to the sun this morning, brightly piercing the small spaces in the blinds flooding my room with light. It was time to get up but truth be told an hour later would have been okay with me. I rose, grabbed my phone and scuffed my feet across the carpet to the windows.
The brisk air that filled the room when I opened the window to snap this morning's picture reminded me that the calendar reads January, not July and I closed it with a shiver. Another cold day ahead. Twelve degrees.